Lyra opened her mouth and closed it, one or two times, and considered handing the notebook back to Rosario because maybe she could work out something from that to write down? Something from that Rosario could form into... something that made sense? Rosario was so good at turning nebulous clouds of question marks into something you could hold onto, although... looking at Rosario's face now, it was pretty obvious she had no simple answers.
She raised a hand to her own hair, echoing his gesture as he talked about his appearance. "People believe you had red hair, and then... it got passed on to me. No one else in my family has this hair, no one. People's... uh, associations... gave me red hair?! Hah," she breathed, trying to turn it into a joke: "Wish that translated into me finding a pot of go—"
She cut her own self off as she heard what she was saying. "Holy shit," she whispered, looking up at Rosario first, then Patrick. "I've like— won lotto, the money on scratchies— twice. Is that— is that you!?"