Lyra was flitting about her lab, since finding out about the virus she has on the field Jeremy has been working her to the bone with getting as much information as she can about the arsenal that each faction has. This steady period of instabability and inactivity won't last forever, so finding what each faction is in favour of and what weapons they have to force that factor is essential while they can.
With a small sigh Lyra dragged her feet along. Her metal boots actually thudding loudly with her fatigue, Jeremy wasn't in better shape either.
Lyra was making her way back to the compound that she was being summoned to. Leaden feet crunching dry soil beneath her boots, a noticeable slump to her form as she walked up to the gates. Headlights being trained on her, she ignored it and waited for the clearance.
She was standing at the main field, recruits going through combat drills. A frown tugging at her lips when she saw one disarm the other.
She gave a small smile. Staring up at Jeremy, her black eyes expectant and glinting with repressed glee. When he gave a solemn nod she jumped up with a small happy squeak.
Lyra choked when she was waiting at the café for her London fog latte. She normally gets matcha- but she was in the mood for black tea.