"You're looking for evidence to fit your story too!" Lyra's hands danced a similar pattern to Rosario's, though her tone wasn't the same; insistent, not exasperated.
"We didn't go into that party looking to witness any unnatural healing but that's what happened, that ain't false memories, they ain't a thing," Lyra shook her head, her voice straining outta her throat; she very much needed that to not be a thing. She shoulda stuck with talking about the photo (all three generations disappeared before they could get old, she coulda reminded Rosario, surely that meant something) but no, maybe she wanted to masochistically dig down into Rosario's thoughts on abductees instead. "You can't go round saying people have false memories just cuz their memories don't fit with— with science."
Okay there was the exasperation, in the word science. Lyra was sick of science. Science didn't know shit.