Lyra struggled to follow what he was saying, and managed to keep her eyes open long enough to work out he didn't seem like... panicked? Angry? Frustrated? No, just telling her stories, and stroking her hand. Okay, she could listen to stories. It was a little easier to focus on his words with her eyes closed, and she huffed a small laugh out her nose, round the oxygen tube. "Fuckin' rich people," she muttered, closing her fingers round his a little tighter. "Beats a coffee enema though, right?"