Redhawk Caldera Ever get the feeling that you're never all alone?

She could tell Hydra also knew who they now approached. The look of familiarity grew and spread across Lyra's face as they rounded on the meek boy who shrunk before them. She wrinkled her nose as if expecting the strong scent of urine to emanate from him — the pathetic creature had done it the last time they had confronted him. When they had taken half his sight. Her eyes locked onto his own sole remaining one and its burning orange colour that only further solidified her suspicions.

"You don't remember us?" she said, almost mockingly, beginning to trace a path around him in case he tried to flee. Again. "Because I feel like we sure remember you."