Luke was going to make a report to the local office in the city. It wasn't his favorite job, and now that Lyra was field leader, he had thought maybe he wouldn't have to do it, but in the end it fell to him after all.
"Well," Lyra had said, "I can do it, but are you sure I'm the one you want representing us?" She'd batted her eyelashes, playing with one pompom on the frog hat that Hazel had picked up for her from some kitschy souvenir store, reminding all of them wordlessly that she had only been designated field leader because of her combat capabilities.
Bastien had scowled, snatched the papers from her, and shoved them at Luke. And now, well, here they were.
"Special spectre investigation division, reporting in," said Luke, handing over yet another unassuming manila folder. "Our report."