There was a sense of desperation as Lyra looked for something to clean the taste out of her mouth. She felt the stale donuts on the counter were probably just as insulting to her taste buds and grabbed a couple pieces of melon from Emryc's plate. Quickly chewing, she sat with a mouthful of melon for a moment attempting to absorb any of the toxic taste before swallowing. It wasn't completely cleansing her palette but it was a start. She noticed Emryc had taken his attention to the Huttball game playing on the holo that struggled to keep a steady picture. Her assumption lead her to believe she was probably embarrassing him.
After a moment he spoke and Lyra popped another piece of melon in her mouth, confused to his lack of urgency to get back to Dantooine. Her brow twitched and he slid the pamphlet to her, "But what about your ship?" she asked with a mouthful and looked at the article about the mystery boulder.
She read about some of the local accounts of childhood friends and family members had disappeared after a friendly day of exploring or playing games. "I don't think this is a coincidence." Lyra muttered and flipped the pamphlet's pages to find some set of coordinates, but found nothing. She looked around Emryc to see the attendant at the check-in desk; the man clearly must have been watching huttball also, his fist shaking angrily at the small holo that sat on his desk. Standing, she quickly made her way to the attendant, noting the thick cob webs that had gathered in the corners and all over the dated wicker chairs and tables. When Lyra returned though, she was busy writing down the coordinates.
Lyra sat down, "I'm ready." she said pulling out her holopad and typed them in; she was certain it would take them back close to where they were the night before, "It would be best if we don't stay another night, this place smells of sour bantha milk. Its like walking through some Grandma's attic."
@Sreeya