Oh… what the fuck?! Lyra pressed her hand against the window and stared, thinking (not for the first time, or the fifth, or the hundredth, honestly) how on earth was this possible? Did she have some kinda magnet in her, now?!
The woman’s enthusiasm was infectious, though, and not dissimilar to Patrick’s energy when they’d first met. And the hair was like his, even! Only, it looked like it had a better relationship with a blowdryer than Patrick’s did. “Oh my god?!” she exclaimed back, laughing as the shock gave way to delight. “No way?? You’re a saint?!”