Lyra's eyes widened as the waiter informed her that he wasn't a waiter at all, and that she would have to help herself. She opened her mouth, only to close it again a few seconds later. Who the hell did this guy think he was? Did they really expect her to get her own food? Ridiculous! She was a lady - even in her imprisonment, she was to receive the best treatment at all times. She would not, would not, accept anything less!
Her small fists formed balls and she gritted her teeth as she met the boy's gaze - only to find that he had fetched her a muffin while she had been processing her shock. She sighed, trying to regain her composure. A lady was not supposed to yell in public. Snatching the muffin from the boy's hand, Lyra closed her eyes and took a small bite, chewing thoroughly and savoring the taste as best she could. Her fury had not been extinguished, of course; it was merely flickering. But, by the time she had finished her muffin, she was able to retain her dignity.
"Someone will get me my food or I will unleash my abilities upon you all," she said simply, then took a slow sip of grape soda. She was not a servant, and she didn't at all appreciate being treated like one! Mother and father had paid for their neglect; Miss Dawson, whoever she was, would do the same if she didn't get her act together!