[Video | Junk Pile]

[imnotyours]

[Yep. Lyra's been hanging out in the junk pile. And by hanging out, when she tells people that, she really means camping out there because the temple reminds her too much of being with Mrs. Coulter.

So, yeah, it's really just not comfortable being there.

She's got herself a pretty nice little place established, though it's not really that great for a kid and her daemon, but she's stubborn.

Right now though..]

It ain't real easy to find food people can eat around here. So, um, anyone know where I can get some stuff to bring back to camp?

[Arms crossed, she acts all cool and collected as she asks but she's really hungry at this point.

So much so that it's showing in Pan who's curled up in her arms as a rabbit looking quite down trodden.]

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[arnhaid]

Good.

And yeah, don't see why not.

[He didn't really move while she was searching, leaning up against a wall and idly scanning the network. When she approaches, he puts a hand down for her again.]

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[imnotyours]

[Looking pleased with that, Lyra climbs up onto his hand with Pan, glancing up at Ironhide and offering him a small grin.]

Thanks..for bringing us here.

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[arnhaid]

[And once more, he lifts her up onto his shoulder.]

You had to get your fuel somehow. Might as well take care of it myself, yeah?

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[imnotyours]

[Getting settled on his shoulder, Lyra grinned and reached over to pat the side of his helm.]

Well ain't you just a sweetheart?

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[arnhaid]

Eugh, quit that.

[He is not soft he is Iron.]

[And they're on their way out now.]