It Lyra felt a protective streak for Carla, it was a hundred times wider for Rosario. Rosario, who so rarely needed her protection, was gripping her hand like the world was gonna fly apart. It was squeezing her cheap ring painfully between her fingers but no way was she letting go.
"Carla, do I need to cut a bitch?" Lyra leaned in over their clasped hands close to Rosario and closer to the phone. "Cos I totes will."