It had been a tough week for the teen, she was avoiding getting caught or drawing attention to herself. She knew if she laid low long enough, the officers would focus on other things they thought were more important. Though for Lyra, there certainly were other things more important the police or rangers should be focusing on instead of herself. However, this laying low business also meant a tougher time finding ways to make credits and to get food that evening. Most of it meant borrowing with gratitude, but she also had a knack of finding parts that have been scrapped and selling them for a few credits.
Droid parts seemed to be everywhere, discarded for one reason or another, and for Lyra, she learned quickly of which ones others desired, especially engineers that were looking for specific parts.
With her hood pulled over her head to hide her attention grabbing red hair, she had find a scrape pit that seemed to bring her luck in the last few part requests. It was a slow process, a careful one, but there was something about searching and finding these parts that brought her happiness that she had not felt in a long time. She pulled a piece of a probing limb and examined it, but her attention was drawn from her task to voices. Listening carefully, she heard one that sounded nervous, almost frightened. She glanced around, ensuring there were no other parties who could be watching her and stood up, heading to where she heard the conversation. As she neared, she heard the second voice, mechanical, cold, displeased at what the other was saying.
The voices got louder and Lyra peaked around the building from which she heard the commotion, more agitated than before and suddenly more violent as a cyborg-like figure picked up the panicking Quarren. He started to beg for extra time but his words ended with the sound of gurgling before his body was released to the ground. Lyra pulled herself back behind the wall, eyes shut tightly, praying that it would come in her direction. In what seemed like an eternity, she looked around the corner again, her heart pounding against her chest but felt her stomach bottom out when she only saw the quarren body laying on the ground. Internally, she felt some relief it had gone, but there was a gut feeling that she wasn't entirely in the clear.
Lyra took a few steps backwards and started to head out of the ally and back to the streets, to get lost in crowds, but some time must had passed because it was unnaturally quiet.