WHO: Steve Rogers and Lyra Silvertongue WHERE: potts tower WHEN: evening of the 15th WHAT: Lyra has just arrived and Steve is showing her the ropes RATING: Low
Lyra had been in excruciating pain, thought Pan was lost to her forever, and then had wound up in a room full of men with guns. That wasn't the worse part - Lyra had stared down worse. The worst part was the doctor, and the anbaricbook that knew everything about her. Lying wasn't going to be an option here. Another doctor had come in and poked at Pan, which hurt Lyra, so she was incredibly indignant when they sat down to explain the reality of this world to her. At least they weren't the Magisterium, who had been deeply wounded, but were still trying to cling to power.
Never mind having a place to live, and a stipend (Lyra wasn't sure what that was), or even the schooling (Lyra had no intention of going), the thing that got Lyra's goat was the idea of a having a mentor/guardian. After Asriel's death, and even before, she was a guardian of Jordan, but nobody really looked after her. She was sitting waiting for said person to show up and show her around. The only reason she hadn't run out the doors the first chance she got was because the automobiles were zipping outside very fast and Lyra was scared of them. Not that she'd mention this to this Steve Rogers guy, whoever he was.
"Be nice!" Pan hissed quietly in her ear as a man approached them. Lyra resisted the urge to roll her eyes.