"Uh, EXCUSE ME!" Lydia's hands are on her hips, and she's pouting. Is Cesare serious right now? He's ignoring her complaints about this skank to talk about drummers with blue hair? Like, seriously?

"She -" Lydia points furiously at Imogen - "just called me a psycho bitch and you're discussing band members? Are you serious, Cesare? I mean, are you really serious right now?"