"Oh, I'm not telling him anything," Rosario said emphatically. She was completely in her own head, the pent-up aggravations of the past couple of hours pouring out of her in a torrent, and she heard Lyra without registering at all the low note of unease. "Uh-uh. He wants to play his little games, he can find someone else to play 'em with. God, I didn't think Anatomy could get any worse, now I gotta deal with him leaning over my shoulder the whole time being all, all— helpful." She slathered the word with utter indignation.