Lyra was regretting this already, that's what was up, and she shifted awkwardly on her seat, folding up one leg underneath her. Guilty, already, for cutting Rosario off, but trying to tell herself that sometimes you had to be selfish and make shit about you. "Uh, yeah, right, okay, big girl pants," she said, and breathed out, and looked Rosario in her confused face.
This was the bit that came out different, every time she rehearsed it in her head. There was no good way to start, none that she'd stumbled across. "So uh, earlier this year, I lied to you, bout some stuff..." She couldn't hold her eye, saying that. Maybe that was cowardly. "When I was coming back from Tennessee, I never worked on no riverboat. I got lost– no not, not lost exactly– or at all– fuck," she forced herself to take a breath, and shove a couple of M&Ms into her mouth, hoping the extra moment would sort out her story.