Featherbrain couldn't believe her luck. The day had been just perfect so far—she'd been lucky enough to catch Dale and Lyra leaving the embassy, and she'd followed him all the way to the market. She'd stayed back, mingling with the crowd, just in case Lyra or the guard spotted her and chased her off. Watching how he walked, watching how he talked—she'd forgotten her notebook and camera back at the rental room, but she'd had all afternoon to take notes. 