Lyra took a deep breath through her nose as she stepped inside; there really was nothing like the smell of wood and sawdust, it warmed the place even though it really was cold as brass monkeys. Will's hand, also warm, engulfed hers in a handshake Lyra made sure was firm. That'd been a tip from one of the women in charge of the building program, a firm handshake but not too firm, because men will fucking judge you on everything.
"Yeah I'm her! Hi Will, sorry I'm a little early, had a really smooth morning. A coffee would be great actually, warm up the hands first, right? Oh man," she said, taking more of a look around— and up. "It's been a little while since I've been in a proper workshop, I miss it."