Lyra didn't focus too hard on her wording, cuz if she did she'd risk losing momentum, and losing momentum might lead to another month of stalling. She added in the bit about saint's blood, tried to describe her mom in a way someone else might recognise, didn't mention anyone being drunk though she figured St Patrick's Day parade was shorthand for that anyway. For most people. Maybe not for saints. Even if it was their parade?—And that thought daunted her all over again with the hugeness of everything and she really did force herself to hurry and finish it before it all became too much.
Rosario's voice pulled her up from her phone, and Lyra whistled, low. "You want backup?" she asked, straightening up as though Archer was right there and she was drawing herself up to her full (but not very impressive) height. "Promise I won't just sit there with my arms crossed and scowl at him. Less you want me too. You gonna come right out and tell him what you know? Ask him who he is for like, forreal?"