Rosario cracked a tiny smile. She could all too easily picture Lyra planting herself in a corner of the room, folding her arms and fixing Archer with a full death glare, and the image brought a glow of warmth. But she could also far too easily imagine Archer sitting back all infuriatingly casual and answering the scowl with a sunny, open grin, like he was catching up with old friends. Archer, she had learned since becoming his lab partner, was immune to death glares. Her smile slipped away with the thought.
"I think I wanna get some info outta him first," she decided. "I wanna work out who he is. Find something he can't just... Archer his way out of." That would be the worst. If she were to confront him and he were to keep smiling that same annoyingly laid-back smile and say something like hah, I wish! Sadly I'm just a mere mortal, or— no, this would be the worst: if his grin did fail, but only because he was looking at them both in gentle concern, to ask if they were both feeling okay.
Nah. She couldn't subject Lyra to that a second time, no fucking way. Info first, gather the evidence. And once she had it all lined up properly, then she'd take it to him. Somehow.
"Meet up after?" Rosario didn't wanna put Lyra in the potential line of fire, but she was for sure gonna need to unload afterwards.