Lyra's stressed-out look turned to one of anger and hurt; there might've been a rung of truth to it — okay yeah he'd kinda just rephrased what she'd said but... it was all in the tone. She felt like she was stripping herself bare here and wanted... something, she wasn't sure what. Comfort? Or like, compassion? More of that sliver of understanding he'd shown before when he said of course he'd let aliens abduct him? She wanted something more than what she was getting from him, and the lack of it stung bad. "You know, sometimes you say things that really make me feel like shit," she said, trying to sound as blunt as he had, but there was a tiny shake under her voice, belying how much she cared. "Seriously? A drug addict??"