"All of that," Lyra said, nodding in agreement and watching Rosario still, her need for Rosario to at least try and believe this so strong. Look! They were two rational(ish), sober adults who believed what they'd seen with their own eyes... so could she? (Please, please, could she?)
"He fell from that balcony, at the frat, you know?" she carried on, lowering her voice a little cuz one of the waitresses was coming over. "Hit his arm on the hot tub I think. Archer jumped down from the balcony, had his back to most everyone, but we were in Archer's room, had a different angle to the whole thing. And after, Archer said all the blood had come because he'd smacked his nose on the way down, but no way all that blood came from a smacked nose. 'Sides," she added, pointing to her own face. "He woulda bruised, and he didn't. Hi!" She added brightly, to the waitress. "Can we get three massive mulled ciders?"