Did she remember Dameon? Nothing really, although the name seemed familiar. "I'm not sure that we've had the chance to meet directly before, Dameon, although I believe I have heard of you."<br/><br/>Lyra giggled a little herself, listening to Hope talk of the rooms and tea. A curious flicker of her eyes watched the woman in blue for a reaction to their exchange, but it was only for an instant, looking right back to Hope. She smirked. "I'm sure he took the utmost care in selecting a room quite near to yours." She returned the gentle squeezing of her hand, and set down her briefcase as well, nodding to Dameon. "This parcel contains my weapons. Please take appropriate care with it."<br/><br/>"So, what do you think?" As they walked, Lyra motioned to her clothes with her free hand. "This was my birthday gift from my father. It seems like he's finally gotten an understanding of the things I like! So, how's the ol' organization been treating you? People are showing you your due respect, right?"<br/><br/>The end of her last question carried a slight edge, an implication of 'They better be!'