A girl could only lie down for so long at a time, after all. Lyra rolled herself off the couch, shoved her uniform for later into a backpack and legged it down to the subway. Her limbs still felt a little zappy, like zappy weighted noodles, and the jog helped to shed the feeling. Mostly, at least.
Another hot train ride, clinging to a pole as she was hurtled around underground, another short trek across campus, and couple of messages sent out like echo locaters later, and Lyra was bounding up to Rosario at the microfilm readers, dragging over a chair and dropping herself into it.
"Shit," she said, impressed, reaching out to tap one of the fast forward buttons just to see what it would do (it made the film jump forward a page!) "Look at it go!"