Lyra looked up at Avira and got up into the wagon again after retrieving her torn outfit, still intent on fixing it later. She wouldn't explain why she wore such a thing to the gunslinger, she owed her no explanation anyway. "Well at least we learned something about why they're attacking. I don't like being the one that had to find out firsthand but no sense crying over spilt blood." She said and relaxed without seeming bothered by any of it. Being teased didn't rattle her nerves, she'd used that herself various times to get what she wanted. But had it carried her away or gotten too "far in" she'd have freaked admittedly.<br/><br/>"And next time. You try it girl." She said to Zitka. "In fact you almost were."