Lyra watches the goings on carefuly. The game never interested her, if only because she felt that none of the others deserved to make a meal out of her. Really though she needed to figure out some thing about her Arm but the temporary bandage bought her some time on that front. So first things first she needed to report in, so Lyra began her ascent to the commanders office.<br/><br/>Next she would check the casualty lists of nothing else the dead might get her some quick supplies. Lyra shrugged she wasn't dead yet.