Lyra had promised that she would visit.

That didn't mean she had stopped being upset, though. She presented a bit of a peculiar image as she knocked on the door, filing her way solemnly into the room. Her arms were burdened with two plastic water bottles, each filled with a different color of Aprijuice, as well as a modest little bundle of flowers, but her expession was a flat look that bordered on disapproval. The alligator behind her was just as pokerfaced, ducking to fit into the door.

"Hi."