Noting Lyra against the wall, Hope swiftly turned on her ankle and stared at her friend, immediately crossing her arms as she gave the other girl a playful smirk. "I see that someone is rather smug. What's that grin on your face for?" She asked playfully as she approached Lyra, her long legs carrying her across the room easily. It didn't bother Hope at all that Lyra had been watching. Throughout their years of knowing each other through formal events at the manor, or during visits to the training center that Lyra had been stationed at, Hope had learned to treat Lyra as a companion and had quickly changed around her before. That and Hope seemed unusually comfortable around women when it came to her body being exposed. It was around men that she wasn't comfortable, which was one reason she bound her breasts down daily.<br/><br/>The room they were currently in had been Integra's private room while she stayed at the manor, but it showed some touches of Hope's feminism in it. It was apparent that Integra's touch was still there, but there were more feminine things visible in the room. Hope immediately grabbed Lyra's arm and drug her away from the wall, taking her to a round table that was in the center of the room. Hope had kept everything pretty clean in her room, except for a few random articles of clothing scattered across the bed or on a chair from her morning debates on what to wear. Sitting down at the little table, Hope crossed her legs and cocked her head at Lyra.<br/><br/>"So tell me what's got you fighting a giggle over there," she said tauntingly, reaching across the table to grab a coaster to fan herself with to make the burn ointment dry on her nose faster.