"What've you- oh, yeah," Lyra said, leaning over for a look. "Top drawers, man. Grab one for later?" She winked at him, joking but also... not joking. The sneaking, the danger, maybe the mix of champagne and punch and tequila– she did want to go home with him, after this. Do a debrief. In his bed. She wanted to find something incriminating in Archer's room, but equally (and it probably shouldn't have been equal) she wanted to be kissed.
But after. For now she had to focus. Quickly she moved on, pulling out her phone and aiming the screen at the books on Archers bookshelves. "I reckon we can risk a little light, just, keep it away from the window," she whispered. The torch, she thought, would be too much, even though they were on the second floor and it wasn't like anyone was going to be looking in that window. Holding her phone under her chin, she pulled out a book at random, flicking through the pages as if something was going to drop out. Secret documents? Incriminating photos? Ooh, it'd be great to get her hands on his passport, she thought, poking through the books in case he kept it in with them, though she didn't spend too much time there because the desk was calling her name.
"If we could nick off with his laptop..." she whispered over at Avery, but it wasn't a serious suggestion, and didn't try to touch it, in case it took photos of people trying to open it. Archer's desk was so tidy. There were books and class notes, a wrestling trophy he was using as a paperweight- she'd never even heard him talk about wrestling, fucking hell. He had the body, though... had the body to do almost anything with. Lyra didn't think that counted as 'unusual'.
One of the drawers in his desk, though. "Hey," she hissed, summoning Avery over as she pressed her ear against the top of the desk and gave the handle another rattle, just in case it was jammed. It wasn't. "I got a locked drawer over here."