Lyra took another drag before stashing her left-handed cigarette away in a small cylinder, to be secreted away into her pocket. "[color=lavender]Oh, give me [i]some[/i] credit, please. We know enough not to introduce strange chemicals to developing minds. And Jesse wouldn't let me hear the end of it, she'd be livid.[/color]"

[color=skyblue][i]Your... [b]crazy[/b] gambit worked...[/i][/color][right][color=lavender][i]I know, right? These guys are uptight for tribal folks.
 Though, I guess these aren't your usual tribal people...[/i][/color][/right]

The baker, then. That was a fun hobby she'd dabbled in before, baking. Fruit breads were delicious, she wondered what kind of fruits were available here. As the crowd dispersed, Lyra slowly brought herself to her feet, turning herself out of her seated position onto one knee and continuing to turn and scan the horizon until she was on her feet and facing the baker and her family.

[color=skyblue][i]Best behavior, Lyra.[/i][/color][right][i][color=lavender]I know, I know.[/color][/i][/right]

She raised a hand casually in greeting as she approached, "[color=lavender]hello. I'm sure you caught my name, but I'm Lyra. I'll be your Terran envoy, pleasure to meet you. I promise not to be a burden while in your care.[/color]" She pushed her heels together and offered a bow, smiling when she straightened back up and looking the woman in the eyes, "[color=lavender]I've been baking before, do you need any extra hands?[/color]"

The woman threw around words like envoy and defense. Mrs. Travel wasn't thrilled, she eyed the woman wearily but the look of caution faded somewhat as Lyra introduced herself. She had impeccable manners [i]now[/i], but she'd been smoking some kind of drug just then. There were things about this woman that seemed at odds, but despite her mixed feelings, she was to play host. "[b]Rachel Traviel,[/b]" She tried not to let her tone betray her feelings regarding the matter. "[b]This is my husband, Kenneth.[/b]"

"[color=lavender]Pleasure meeting you both.[/color]" Lyra accompanied the pair back to their home, the bakery. Nestled right in the middle of the village; probably where it would be easiest to keep an eye on her. That was fine. The next day would come and Lyra would have more opportunities to earn the trust of these people.

[hr]

The sun rose and Lyra came with it. She'd have to go get some other clothes from her ship before the next day. Or, perhaps, they had a tailor? She'd have to look into it, but for now, her sundress would have to do. When she emerged from the residential section of the home into the bakery, she found the family already at work, risen before the sun. She'd missed the chance to do much work for breakfast, but Mrs Traveil insisted it was fine.

While the two of them, and Zarah & Zigma could simply track each other by Aeva, Lyra thought it better to play by the rules, for now. Or at least leave any rule-breaking to Zarah or Zigma. No need for [i]her[/i] to go upsetting anyone, everybody already looked at her sideways. Besides, this is where Zarah and Zigma would know to find her.

"[color=lavender]This is tough work by hand...[/color]" Lyra's arm was burning from mixing batter, hair net keeping her locks on her head, and a thin hardlight net around her tail to guard against fluff getting in the baked goods. She understood it was for this afternoon. "[color=lavender]Ugh, Jess.[/color]" The Terran pulled her whisk from the sweet batter and, as though on command, glowing hardlight formed in the shape of a two mixer heads. "[color=lavender]Thanks. It's so much easier to let you do it...[/color]" She could feel it was no great effort for Jessica. Just a hardlight construct and some torque, using Lyra as an anchor.

Jesse jingled briefly like a small silver bell, humored by Lyra's effort and exasperation. The fox-like woman didn't often give in like that. The matching blue hardlight spun in the middle of the air with no motor, only form, though Lyra did seem to react as though she were leaning in to some force. More blue hardlight formed and cleaned the whisk Lyra held before feeding the salvaged batter to her.

Really, Mrs Traveil was assessing her before putting her to work, but this was... Unexpected, to say the least.