Lyra leaned against the doorway, listening to the showers run.
"goddamn Lyra, you walking around with two sweet ladies? And did one of them have a tail? They say a great hunt changes a person, but I never thought it'd change that much about you!" a voice called from the ceiling, unseen where it originated. Lyra glared up at the ceiling, and called out "how about you crawl out of those ducts and show your head, you old salvage grot." the voice screeched laughter, and a panel opened in the ceiling, dropping a diminuitive man down, landing lightly on his feet. "oh come on Lyra, you don't take a bird from the skies! Don't take me from my ducts!"