Oh thank god, alcohol. Rosario took a moment to sip the hot cider, breathing in the scent of cinnamon and cloves and trying to pull some calm from it.
She wished they weren't having this conversation with Avery here. If it were just the two of them, they could talk it through, get to the bottom of what Lyra had actually seen and what she and Avery had just pulled together from a blood stain and booze and something they'd half-seen through a window in the dark. Lyra'd said it herself: she wouldn't have jumped to superpowers if Avery hadn't been there with his crazy conspiracy theories. And now he was here doubling down on it, turning it into a two-on-one and muddying the waters even more.
Rosario set down her mug, and set her jaw. "One," she said (because putting things in a list always helped to order her thoughts), "You were together. In Archer's room, cuz you wanted to find some fuckshit. I'm sorry, but that's not seeing the same thing independently. And two?" She looked at Avery. "The Goldenhawks are creepy and secretive, they still gotta obey the laws of physics."