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If Arorangi thought that Lydia was one of the more interesting people he had met, then she certainly thought that he was absolutely the most interesting that she had ever met. At least, that's how she felt at the current moment, though it was a fact that would inevitably change come the next person that she met and latched on to. Still, there was something...more intriguing about Aro then the typical inhabitant on Deus, and not just because he was incredibly muscular and handsome and oh wow that smile.....

Lydia was forced to tear her dreamy eyed gaze away from him for what felt like the hundredth time in the span of five minutes when he spoke of helping her with digging a hole, a shrill giggle rising in her throat that she could not hope to contain as it came bursting free, her hand coming up to cover her mouth, which, of course, left her few packages free to tumble to the ground yet again.

Wiping tears from her eyes, which only resulted in her fingers managing to smudge the inside of her glasses, which she then needed to take off and clean without missing a beat, she tilted her head to the side slightly as if thinking about something.

"THE BEACH!" She finally burst out, throwing her hands up in the air (and sending her glasses spinning out onto the training field....).

"Easy to dig and...oh there are such beautiful tentacles that stretch up towards the sun on the horizon!" It was hard to tell at that moment if she was even capable of keeping herself on track for more then a minute straight, as now it seemed almost as if she had given up completely on any chance at baiting a sasquatch into a trap. Reaching out with two hands, she grasped one of Aro's massive arms, wrapping her fingers around a wonderfully sculpted bicep, before pulling against him gently, and rising up on her tip toes with wide eyes.

"And there's garbage there."

For some reason that addition seemed like it was really important information to give, as if it was highly significant in some way.

There would be no seeing of Arorangi's looks as she was a) too wrapped up in her own excitement to pay any looks he sent her way any mind and b) now far too blind to notice them anyways. When he shouted out an echo to her own yelled words she grinned broadly and bounced on her heels a few times while giggling. Had she just found her soul mate and future everything? At that precise moment, if somebody had asked her, she would have blurted out a loud and ecstatic YES!!! Even unable to see him properly, there was a sense of giddiness to be had just being in his presence that was impossible for her to ignore. He was handsome and cheerful and gorgeous and tanned and beautiful and optimistic and did she mention handsome?

Though, Lydia was a flighty sort, quick to latch on to anybody who would pay her favorable attention, while also at least knowing not to expect more then that. While she herself was quite loud and expressive, she'd lived a mostly quiet and, unfortunately, empty life when it came to relationships. To make a friend with an exceptional man was an achievement upon itself. To have it go any further then that? Laughable. She had accepted long ago that she just wasn't what most people were looking for, and that was okay. She'd mostly been far too busy with her work anyways.

With fingers curled over the hard curve of a bicep, however, she was hard pressed not to appreciate yet more of the young man that chose to accompany her today. At his question, she blinked a couple of times, and then laughed. "Well, this particular Sasquatch might be found rummaging around int he trash if we're lucky, of course! But if not I am certain we can find other ways to entertain ourselves." Like hole digging and tentacle watching, and if they were feeling particularly adventurous, maybe even skinny dipping!

Wait, no Lydia! Back up!

She had to give herself a mental shake at the vivid imagery she had just imagined, fingers letting go of beautifully toned muscle as Aro took some steps away from her, searching for the pair of glasses that she seemed to have completely forgotten about. It was either a shame or a blessing that she was left unable to properly see anything more then a foot or two in front of her face, as Arorangi cleaned her glasses. In fact, the best she could do was squint in his direction and try to figure out just what the heck he was doing over there?

But then he held her glasses back towards her, and she realized what he had been doing. "OH! Thank you!" She reached out to pluck them from his grasp, placing them back on her face with a broad smile. "And yes. TO THE BEACH!" She shouted, bending down to gather up the very few items she had once again dropped, before leading him to their hopefully final destination.

If Lydia had known that a very muscular stomach had been flashed and she had missed it, she likely would have lamented the fact long and loud, as it was, however, she was oblivious to the wonder that she had not been able to make out from behind blurred eyes. However, with glasses back on, she could quite easily instead admire other parts of Arorangi's body that flexed delightfully at every step they took, all while wondering to herself if falling behind just a little bit would make it far too obvious what part of him she was watching.....

Cheeks flushing again, her head snapped back up. She was meant to be leading the way, after all! taking at least two steps for his every one in order to keep slightly ahead of the other man, she jabbered away at him while they walked along, informing him of the fact that not only did the island house what could only be a Sasquatch, but men who were most assuredly descendants of giants as well.

A short time later, they stood at the edge of an expanse of beach that stretched out in front of them until the sand met the rolling waves of water. "Have you had a chance to spend time on the beach here yet, Arorangi? It is one of my most favorite places, though I would also love to spend some time in the jungle." Alas, however, she had been quite explicitly warned against doing such, or at least, against doing so on her own.

kicking off her unlaced boots, which sailed off in two completely different directions only to land in the sand, Lydia then sat down, setting down the chips and beer, to peel off her socks, wiggling toes with teal and pink painted nails. Standing back up, she began to make her way out into the sand, relishing the feel of it against her bare feet, and the way it came up between her toes.

Lydia was quite pleased to hear that being on the beach, so near the ocean waves, made Arorangi happy. Spinning in the sand as though dancing, her arms raised above her head, she sent small white granules whipping in every direction around her feet, before she flopped down on her back with a giggle, never minding for one second that the pale sand would get in her curly mess of hair or inside her clothing.

"Oh?" He had moved to the states? She sat up from where she had flopped, adjusting her glasses with a smile. "Where were you living?" She had actually wanted to ask why he had moved, but thought that if she did it might be considered prying, and while she was the curious sort that liked to know everything about everyone around her, she had learned over the years that sometimes there were some things that you just shouldn't ask a person until you became more familiar with them.

flopping down again with a small thud and a spray of sand, Lydia began moving her arms up and down while doing the same with her legs, attempting to make a sand angel like one might have done in the snow.

"I grew up near the mountains, so I'm more accustomed to snow then I am sand." Though her travels had certainly taken her to many a tropical location.

Squinting up at him from behind her glasses, Lydia gave him a large grin, and stopped what she was doing just long enough to pat the ground next to her, as an invitation for him to join her.

"Nebraska." She repeated, breathy, her eyes widening behind their lenses, magnified and appearing larger then they really were. Her arms and legs had stopped for a moment as she continued to stare up at him. "I have been there as well! Research, of course. There have been reported sightings of Bigfoot, as well as a photographic evidence of what very well could be a Shunka Warak'in!" She seemed very excited, all of a sudden, her features lighting up brighter then ever, and as Arorangi sat down next to her, she turned onto her side, propping her head up in a hand while her elbow dug into the sand.

"I'm from Montana. I do miss the mountains, and the snow." She said, her free hand reaching over, an index finger held out as she doodled random shapes into the sand. "I miss my research....and my family." Her smile, for once, actually slipped away at that, and she suddenly flopped over again onto her back, a long sigh blown out as her bottom lip puffed out a bit, the air stirring the bangs that were falling in front of her eyes.

Her gaze rolled towards him, a small frown creasing her features. "I am sorry to hear about your dad." She reached over, awkwardly patting at his leg before letting her hand slip away. In a way, however, she envied him. Her own family assuredly believed that she had died, by now, and knowing that, she couldn't help but feel very sad, despite the over enthusiastic way she seemed to approach everything. Perhaps if they had already been dead, she wouldn't be so sad. She wouldn't have left anybody behind.........

No, this was not a subject she wished to dwell on! Giving her head a small shake, she forced another smile, and pushed herself to her elbows. "How about one of those beers? Do you drink?" She didn't, or at least, not very often, but she could stand to try one now in the name of being sociable.

Lydia's eyes seemed to brighten at the offer to go and look for Bigfoot together. In fact, if any guy was in any way trying to win her heart (unlikely, she thought), that would be the way to do it. She sat up abruptly, sand trailing down from her clothing and hair, her hand pressing down on his leg. "Yes! Oh yes that would make me very happy! Do you think we could? Oh, but would that take us too close to your home?" Her excitement seemed to die out, a small frown furrowing her brow instead as she took that into consideration. "We have to be careful, because..." Nobody was supposed to know that they were still alive, and Arorangi especially with his nationality and tattoos might be easily distinguishable in a place like Nebraska.

"My family thinks that I died at WonderPark. Everyone died at WonderPark. No survivors." Her gaze seemed to go distant for a moment. "I mean, I nearly died. Several times, really." Her eyes now seemed to look a bit more than just distant, as they now appeared more on the misty side. "I saw a lot of people die." Her hand slid off of his leg to find it's way to her other, both of them now fiddling in her lap.

"I guess I'm just lucky that I ended up here instead." She smiled down at her hands. "Right?" She lifted her gaze, which seemed to go from sad back to happy in an instant, as if a switch had been flicked off and back on again. "I mean, if I wasn't here, than I would have never met you!" Excitement was leaking back into her voice. "And then I would never get to share a beer with you!" She laughed, fingers closing around the can, lifting to crack it open.

Back to smiling broadly, she nodded her head. "Friends, yes! I would like that very much!" She held up her can towards him. "Cheers?"

Yes, much better to move on. Lydia had never really given herself much time to dwell on what had happened at Wonderpark, Minutes, at best, but usually much less. She didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to remember how Algie had suffocated beneath a spider web that had burned painfully against flesh. She didn't want to recall the moment when Kiera had been snatched up by tentacles and drug down into water, never to be seen again, presumably drowned or, more hopefully, crushed to death in a swift and mostly painless manner.

There had been others, too. Other names. Some she could still remember. Some she could still put faces to. Others...no. She hadn't had a chance to know them.

And now they were all dead, save for a handful that had ended up here. How had she even been a part of that select group? She still couldn't fathom how she had managed to survive.

And nor would she think about it now, because instead, she was going to celebrate just being alive, sitting on a beautiful beach with (let's face it) a beautiful man, sharing a beer, discussing friendship despite only having just met. Her can clunked against his, with enough force that she could hear it begin to fizz. With a startled sound and a laugh, she took a long drink, grimacing slightly at the taste and nearly spitting it out, but instead wiping the back of her hand across her mouth, swallowing, and laughing some more.

And then she looked up at him, too large hazel eyes sparkling from behind her glasses, a smile plastered across a face that had broken out with freckles the practically the moment she had gotten some sun on her cheeks. She looked at him, took in his smile, the cut of his jaw, his darkly tanned skin. and his gorgeous eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.

Her cheeks began to flush again, and she let her gaze drop once more, another nervous giggle that was punctuated by a snort barely hidden beneath a raised hand escaping her. Why were there so many gorgeous men on this island? It was somehow both a dream come true and a horrible situation to be in.

"I..." She started, her voice choking on the word before she cleared her throat. "I am so very glad to have met you, too!" He reminded her of somebody she had met. Somebody who she couldn't think about now, but who had also been so very kind to her, and spoken with her and had seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say. She missed that person, sometimes, despite having barely gotten to know him.

But she had a chance now to get to know Arorangi, now, and that is exactly what she wanted to do. "So, tell me more about yourself?" Something. Anything. She wanted to know it all.

It occurred to Lydia that she had yet to really have a drink of her beer, and she finally lifted it to her lips, taking just a small sip at first, but not yet lowering it as she got used to the taste, letting it sit in her mouth before swallowing and taking a much longer sip the second time. It burned on the way down her throat, and she nearly choked on the fizzy, bitter, carbonated beverage that she was not at all used to as it went down, finally lowering the can to let out a short gasp, a hand going to her chest as tears formed in the corners of her now stinging eyes.

This was one reason why Lydia didn't drink very often. The other would likely begin to hit somewhere around three quarters of a consumed can.

With that little chore dealt with, and with a swipe at the corners of her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater, Lydia gave Arorangi her full attention, smiling with pure delight at the tidbit of information he graced her with. "I would never have guessed!" She exclaimed, filing away the knowledge to write down in her notebook later. "Cooked or raw?" She asked next, because that seemed rather important to her, her eyes wide with curiosity and her question coming out quiet and breathy.

Oh, but he had asked her to tell him something as well!

"Oh! Well I ah...um..." She lowered her gaze to the top of the beer can, frowning to herself, raising it for another small sip. Had she told him she was a cryptozoologist yet? That actually seemed kind of obvious at this point, even if she hadn't. Weirdly, while Lydia could find so much, even the most mundane characteristic of pretty much every human being she ever met utterly fascinating, when faced with a question requiring to her put forward something interesting about herself, there was nothing that she could think of that seemed up to standard.

She was, or at least she felt she was, utterly boring.

"I have ten pairs of glasses, all in different colors and styles, not because I am fashionable." That much should be obvious.... "But because I am always losing them." She grinned, "And because I can never decide which one I like best when I go to the store to buy a new pair, so I just buy them all!" She let out a long giggle at that before continuing. "I've actually broken or lost over fifty pairs!" She said this with some amount of pride and excitement in her tone.