"His arm really was bent at mental angle," Lyra said, picking up instantly where Avery left off, albeit in a gentler tone. Trying to ease her into believing it rather than shoving. "And yeah, we were on the second story but, we saw it, we did. And afterwards—" she added, at first speaking eagerly like she was onto something, but become less certain as she heard herself through Rosario's ears "—when we ran inta Archer, he looked tired, but like, tired like he was tryna hide it. Like he'd used himself up or something?"