"Okay." Avery wasn't about to start up at Lyra now. As much as he sometimes wasn't good at reading people, and he didn't lie about how he felt, and he said what he thought sometimes uninvited, he didn't like inviting aggression, even in the form of Lyra being peevish. So he shrugged and folded his arms, frowning downwards. "You don't look like it's good."