((You rushed back to the dorm, immediately crashing against the door and opening it. There you see Lyra still at her desk, reviewing some results on her computer. Those red.. eyes of hers stare back at you, not saying a word as you pant.))

You immediately flashed the paper in her face, a copy of your results from last week’s tests. She stares at it for a moment before uncovering her hands from her lab coat sleeves and giving tiny claps. But that’s not what you expected so you have to tell her directly.

Those red eyes of hers stare back, no emotion at first but you know her true self. You explain it, essentially telling her that you know she sabotaged half of the cohort in order to place you up on top with her just so she could compete.. she smiles. Before laughing..