Lyra's pulling out her headphones the moment she sees Rosario, her silhouette and her walk instantly recognizable, long before Rosario gets close enough that Lyra can make out her face. She beams back, shoving her headphones into the bottom of her bag where they instantly become an impossible knot (half her wait for the bus was spent untangling them; she hasn't learned, like, she knows that tangle's gonna be a pain later, but that's a future problem.)
"I got respect," she protests in her own defense, casting her eyes back over her shoulder toward the cemetery proper. "D'you know how many people buried here wish they could be up here? I'm like, channeling their party spirits. I'm respectin' their innately human need to climb stuff and doin' what they can't." She's bullshitting, is what she's doing, but she's also deliberately choosing to say stuff instead of shit.
And she's climbing down from the gate as she bullshits, making sure her coat's not gonna catch on anything before she jumps down (no twinge at all anymore in the ankle she damaged on St Patrick's Day– she's good as new, now, or even better) and runs over to throw her arms around Rosario for a hug, giving her exposed shoulder a kiss as she does. "You good?"