"Nope, don't think you coulda," Lyra said, with an expression on her face that looked perfectly innocent for one sweet moment before she broke into a grin. "Worrying's bull. If there's ever a choice between sitting round worrying about something or doing something that might sort it out, Imma do it. What about you?" She asked, curious to know more about him as she hauled the limey chicken from the fridge. "Err on the side of caution, or take a risk?"