"Right?!" Lyra didn't get up and pace too, but she was sitting on the edge of the sofa now, feet on the floor, head following him like she was watching a game of slow angry Saint tennis. "See why I had to go off at her?! She just gets so selfish, and she don't think, and Jemma's so little! And cuz me and Jocelyn were round all the time she assumes me and Jocelyn are backup parents and we ain't, and if she has another one— fuck, how Jocelyn supposda handle a baby and a preschooler and Jem? Nope, no way, not happening."