With a soft hum of thought, Lydia considers this. She hadn't really looked at Columbia and she has no idea if it has her focus of study, let alone the reputation for that focus of study. Just because it's a good law school, doesn't mean it'll have a decent science program. She wishes that there was a way to look it up while she was here, so she can prepare herself; make plans. A soft sigh escapes her because she knows that there isn't and a decent chunk of her frustration with this place is all of the not-knowing and inability to plan for how to proceed with her life when she gets out. Of course there's no way; why would there be, when they keep telling the Alphas that all of them are simply clones.

"I guess I've some homework to do when I get home, then," she says softly, tilting her head up to kiss him. God, she loves kissing him. Lydia loves the way that Matt makes her feel. He's blind and yet he's made her feel more beautiful than anyone else has ever been able to. He makes her feel safe and loved and warm. He makes her feel alive.