Rosario mumbled thanks and took the glass he'd poured for her. She wasn't really thirsty, but taking a sip of water at least bought her some time to think of something to say. Or for Lyra to come bursting in the door, face flushed as red as her hair and full of apologies. Or for a meteorite to plunge through the Earth's atmosphere and pulverise this building and everyone in it. Rosario was okay with any one of those options right now.
None of those things happen. But as she dropped her gaze absently to her bag, thinking longingly of her phone (maybe she should check it, maybe Lyra had tried to call her and for some reason she hadn't heard, maybe there was a text, maybe she should send a text—), Avery spoke again.
Rosario jerked her head up, tried to turn the motion into a nod and mostly succeeded in making it look more awkward. "Yeah, uh, medicine. Preclinical. Thinking of going into radiology. Maybe anaesthetics." Was that too much information? Fuck. "What, uh, what do you do?"