[Of course she'd be pissed, why did Lydia expect anyone to be more interested in getting away from the immediate threat versus herself who is more likely to just toy with them. Honestly, this is getting ridiculous and she's merely rolling her eyes at that staff in her face before raising a hand to her side before watching a crocodile that had been moving closer immediately back off after finding itself blind and deaf, that's cool.

Once that's done she's lowering her hand again, raising a brow at the woman in front of her. Honestly.]

What? You think I made this or something? Darling, you know as well as I, that if I made something like this it'd be a lot more entertaining and a lot more colorful than just some kind of... pit. And also without an obvious open way out of here that isn't a door. Please. [That's not even a plea from her, more than she's annoyed she even remotely thought she'd make something as disgusting and barbaric as well of this.]

Unfortunately I'm stuck here just as much as you and the rest of those obnoxious chucklefucks are, so maybe don't for two seconds.