A young woman, quite attractive with pure white hair, stood in the corner away from the rest of the group. Hugging tightly to her staff, she seemed to be disconnected from what was currently going on, staring at the floor and mumbling something to herself. She wore a heavily tattered robe of a dingy green hue, the bottom frayed and several holes of varying sizes throughout the poor quality cloth. Hanging from her neck was a small, clear, light blue crystal that contrasted with the quality of her apparel. At the mention of smoke, and as she took notice of the smell of the Lho-stick, Lyra looked up, her gray eyes fixated on the faint glow emanating from the tip. "Those are bad for you...you know..." Her voice seemed soft yet disconnected, and she flashed him a grin as she began to twirl her finger on a strand of hair.