Lyra held the bow with the nocked arrow at the door, as it jiggled open, and revealed a young man. He held his hands up in defense seeing the girl ready to shoot. "Ten seconds. Who are you?" she snapped. He began fumbling for words. Lyra rolled her eyes and pulled back on the string,"Four-Three-Two--" "Put the bow down, Ly, he's a friend," Klaus laughed down the hall. Lyra grumbled and lowered the bow as her brother entered the room.