There were such good vibes coming off him – and Lyra thought of Henry's naughty-nice radar, and the little breakdown Rosario had had over it on the bus ride home, and how Lyra had summed it up in the end with I guess it's like trusting your gut, but Extra. It hadn't been enough to satisfy Rosario, but it'd always been easier for Lyra to accept vibes and instincts and feelings as a generally reliable way of navigating the world than it had for Rosario.
Lyra's smile spread across her face till it was a full blown grin. "I already know you're a crook," she agreed, tugging the contract (by Maid Marian) across the table toward her. "But ain't you contracted to only steal from the rich? I think I'm safe. Y'know this is job number three, right? Oh yeah speaking of that, I can tell you each Sunday what hours I can be here for the coming week, but since window washing's kinda weather dependent, that gets cancelled on the day of, sometimes, so I can also come round whenever the weather is crap too." She pointed cheerfully at the garage door, where she could hear the sleet outside aspiring to become hail. "Ain't climbing a building in this."