Rosario had opened her mouth to answer Lyra, but Avery was already spewing forth another volley of crazy. (Ooh yeah, whatever could explain the mystery of why people would find the billionaire's kid with the helicopter charming? Or why the rich kids who'd probably had proper nutrition and medical care all their lives were healthy? It must be aliens! There was no other explanation! Good grief.)
But that wasn't the shitty part. The shitty part was that Lyra was right there with him, shaking her head at Rosario, frowning at her like she was the unreasonable one here. Well, she wasn't the one who'd ambushed her best friend with some tinfoil-hat weirdo and tried to convince her that she wasn't human!
Cuz that's where this led, right? Archer was an alien, that made Rosario half-alien, and Jesus, she knew Lyra got carried away with stuff sometimes, but Lyra knew how much this bio-dad stuff was fucking with her, Lyra was the only one who knew. It wasn't something other people got to turn into a, a game, or an adventure or a supernatural mystery or whatever. It was her life.
Rosario's mouth was a hard, angry line. "You don't have new information! You thought you saw something through an upstairs window! Show me one real, tangible piece of evidence. You can't, because it doesn't exist!"