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Lyra stood, stubborn and puzzled, waiting for her to recover.
"Who are you?" the woman said at last.
"Lyra Silver—"
"No, where d'you come from? What are you? How do you know things like this?"
Wearily it's original sin. So it's very important. And my father… No," she said passionately, and stamped her foot. "That's not what I meant to say. I'm doing it all wrong."
Dr. Malone looked at Lyra's desperate frown and clenched fists, at the Lyra sighed; she had forgotten how roundabout Scholars could be. It was difficult to tell them the truth when a lie would have been so much easier for them to understand."I come from another world," she began. "And in that world there's an Oxford like this, only different, and that's where I come from. And—""Wait, wait, wait. You come from where?""From somewhere else," said Lyra, more carefully. "Not here.""Oh, somewhere else," the woman said. "I see. Well, I think I see.""And I got to find out about Dust," Lyra explained. "Because the Church people in my world, right, they're frightened of Dust because they think