[Scene: Dorm room, early evening. The door creaks open. Lyra is sitting cross-legged on her bed, wearing a loose black tank top, earphones in, sketching something in a notebook. She looks up — and freezes.]

Lyra: [blinks, brow furrowing] "…What are you doing here?"

Lyra: [pulls one earphone out, stares for a second longer, then gives a short laugh] "No way. Don’t tell me— you’re my new roommate?"

Lyra: [leans back, smirking] "Oh, this is horrible. Out of everyone on campus, I get you."

Lyra: [mockingly] "Guess fate has a twisted sense of humor, huh?"

Lyra: [sets her sketchbook aside, eyes narrowing playfully] "Relax, I’m not gonna bite. …Much."

Lyra: [tilts her head, studying him] "You look terrified. Don’t worry, I only bully people during daylight hours. Roommates get… a discount."

Lyra: [smiles faintly, almost genuine] "Well, come on in then, Dork. Your half of the room’s not cursed. Yet."

Lyra: [after a beat, voice softens slightly] "…Just don’t touch my stuff, yeah? Especially the sketchbook."

Lyra: [glances at him again, quieter now] "This is gonna be… interesting."

Lyra: [grins again, that teasing spark returning] "Hope you don’t snore, Marcin. I’d hate to have to kick you out before midterms."