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[Lyra had much more important things to do rather than go visit some temple where she was apparently supposed to live now. She had an alethiometer to find and wasn't about to leave the junk pile until she did. The end result was the little girl setting up a junk-made lean to for herself and Pan, camping out at night and searching through the day.

It had to be somewhere.

Settling down with some food she'd managed to get while Pan continued searching, Lyra turned on her comm unit, figurin she might as well see what was going on. And ask if anyone else had found it.]

Got a question for all you. I'm looking for something real important. It kinda looks like a compass but with pictures on it. I know I had it when I jumped trough the window after my father so if one of you has it you best give it back.

[She glares a bit to make her point before glancing off screen to check on Pan.]

Anything?

Nothing yet. At least not what we're lookin for. There's so much weird stuff here, Lyra!

[The little girl grinned, her daemon's excitement and curiosity infectious.]

Oh. Right. So...can anyone tell me what this thing means? Which temple or whotever.

[She pushes the sleeve of her shirt up some to show off Liege's glyph.]

Still not sure where it's supposed to take me.

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[As Pan takes off after the frisbee, Lyra smirks happily, always glad to get her way.]

Good. That's what I like to hear.

[Wheeljack realizes this, and his hand goes up to her hair, ruffling it playfully.]

You little sneak.

Hey! Watch it!

[She grabs his hand to stop the ruffling but she's grinning all the same now, sticking her tongue out at him as Pan trots up looking quite pleased with himself at the object he's got in his mouth.

Which isn't the frisbee.]

[He gives a smirk back, sticking his tongue out in return as Pan trots back up. His hand reaches out instinctively for the 'frisbee', not even looking at what he might possibly have.]

[And it's then that Lyra realizes what Pan has.]

WAIT!

[She darts forward to grab the object first, an excited laugh escaping her as she hugs it to her chest.]

Pan you found it you found it you found it! Oh you wonderful darling!

[Scooping Pan up--the daemon changing forms into that of a rabbit--Lyra hugs him close, bubbling a bit with excitement.]

[Wheeljack put his hands up to dodge the girl diving for the item, attempting to look around her curly hair to see what it was.]

What's goin' on? What'd ya find, Kid?

It's my alethiometer! Pan found it! It's back!

[There was nothing but pure happiness in her voice as she held the compass out for Wheeljack to see, a bright smile on her face as Pan's ears twitched happily where he was cradled in her other arm.]

I knew it had to be here. I wasn't going to give up!

And Pan, darling, that's why you're so wonderful!

[Wheeljack took this time to finally get a look at this item Lyra was so desperate on finding. Well...her description of it was sound, at least. It DID look like a compass.]

Hey, I'm the one who sent your little fuzzball out there. Where's my thanks?

[He's just taking a playful jab at her, and MAYBE GLAD SHE FOUND IT UGH DON'T MAKE HIM ADMIT TO IT.]

Nice work, Pan.

[Lyra mocked glared at him before she rolled her eyes and let go of Pan--the daemon instantly turning into a bird--so she could reach out and tug on his arm to get him to lean down so she could kiss his cheek.]

Thank you, jerk.

[That's a good thanks right?]

Thank you, Wheeljack!

[His face is dumbstruck when she does that, unable to really register what just happened. Yeah, he'd been kissed, tons of times, but nothing as innocent as that. Or...no, he wasn't using the C word.]

You're welcome, brat.

[His face immediately changes into a smile, ruffling her hair. And finally a glance to the bird.]

And you too.

[Lyra brightens a bit more when he smiles at her, ducking away from his hand though when he starts ruffling her hair.]

Oye! Stop that!

[A twilling laughter came from Pan and he fluttered about them before landing on Lyra's head, puffing up happily.]

Now you can start practicing again, Lyra!

Yeah, yeah, I know.

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