Lyre had simply shuffled to the building's convenience store, ordered some sandwiches, and headed back to her room. She caught a couple of strange looks from the other workers, looks she attributed to her age or generally eccentric demeanor rather than anything suspicious. She had stocked up on deli meats and sandwiches regularly, about every week or so. It wasn't a new thing.

[color=89cff5][i]The employees are quiet today,[/i][/color] she observed, relieved at the fact. There were worse tragedies in life than small talk, but Lyre still considered it Pretty Fucking Annoying.

She bagged her thirty meat sandwiches without much trouble. Within an hour of leaving she stood before the eyescanner of her door again. Then the door slid open.

Lyre tilted her head. [color=89cff5][i]What a pleasant surprise. It cleaned the floor.[/i][/color] [color=89cff5][b]"Here."[/b][/color] She overturned the plastic bag, sending the sandwiches tumbling to the floor. She caught one with her hand and opened the package.

Tyssa had the ability to digest the plastic layer, but it wouldn't provide any nutritional sustenance. [color=89cff5][i]I wonder what she'll do with the food.[/b][/color]