Avery glanced up from his phone, expecting Lyra and instead getting an up-tight looking girl hovering awkwardly. "Who's asking?" he said, his natural suspicion getting the better of him, even though he knew this was probably Lyra's friend, the one with all the research. He glanced her over, leaning back in his seat, and made himself give a polite smile because Lyra would be mad if he was "rude" to her friend.