Lyra managed to get her hand inside his jacket, pulling out the key and holding it up to him. She felt a rush when he asked her about getting the key, wondering if she would have to reach into his pants pocket, which at this point, she wouldn't mind. Even if she was in pain.<br/><br/>She sighed at him because he didn't want to tell her much and he obviously wasn't trusting her. He knew she was hiding something just like she knew he was, even though she already knew what he was hiding. As he opened the door and she looked up at him, human emotions started to fill her body. He was cute, his arms were strong around her and it was as if he could lift her with ease. Maybe she would tell him just a few things. They wouldn't be lies, just variations of the truth. She would wait till he started to bandage her up.