Lyra slides back in her chair pondering what she had heard, "what did you have in mind?" She asks reluctantly pulling her eyes away from the stairs.<br/><br/><br/>"and I'm assuming there is a good chance it can get us killed" Lyra takes another swig. Who was she kidding of course it could get her killed, helping some one was the riskiist move some one could make. But watching her squad die pointlessly this morning brought a thought to mind. It's gonna happen some time maybe it should mean something. That and it was always nice to pick up a few extra shells.<br/><br/>"I'm gonna need a new spear."