'My goddess this guy can eat a lot.'
By now the group has arrived at R&D pub, the boy immediately went to town on a proffered turkey leg she bought him with the girl retaining more of her composure and modestly courting a cup of tea. The R&D pub is fairly busy, as it usually is, between their aggressive marketing campaigns in the paper and the monopoly in Astoria, customers are almost always easy to come by. The asthetic is dimly lit and almost sleepy, mostly to encourage drunks to get tired and head to bed. A burly man stands in the corner with a fearsome club in hand, just in case the peace needs to be kept forcefully.
'Only thing real odd though is how hungry the boy is but the girl doesn't seem to be at all'
Lyra coughs intentionally to get the girl's attention. "If you don't mind me asking, what is you and your companion's names?"
The girl takes a second to think before responding.
"I'm Nessa, and that slog over there is Ralco."
That slog then looks up from his turkey leg and gives an affirming nod much like a dog.
"Well that is interesting" states a rather crass Kellow with a mouth full of food.
"Bruh, mind your manners around new people."
Lyra cuffs Kellow on the back of the head admonishingly.
"Owowowow, ok!" Kellow recoils with a smug grin.
"Ugh, what am I ever gonna do with you?"
This prompts a laugh out of Nessa.
"Man you two are amusing as hell, by the way, why did that waiter just give us food for free?"
Lyra grins widely.
"Why I am the owner of this joint."
Nessa's jaw practically hits the floor.
"OhmygoshIHadNoIdea" she stands up to make a hasty bow of respect.
Lyra, fully enjoying this waves her hands re-assuringly.
"Nah, nah it's alright, how could you have known."
Kellow burst out laughing himself as he witnesses this event.
"I must be able to make this up to you somehow, I-I-I'm good at dirty jobs!"
Lyra recoils in mortification, Kellow doubles down, practically dying of laughter.
"Holy shit?! What do you take me or this bar to be, we do not need working girls for any reason here!"
At this Nessa blushes and Ralco almost chokes on his turkey leg as he starts shaking with laughter himself.
"Nononono! I didn't mean that, I meant..."
Nessa leans in and whispers to Lyra.
"The kind of stuff you want kept discreet Y'know?"
Nessa extends her hand into Lyra's view down below and Lyra can see what she meant now. Purple and black cracks ran across her palm, a telltale sign of a cultist.
Kellow gasps, he'd apparently been looking over Lyra's shoulder.
"Lyra, we gotta..."
Lyra quickly covers his mouth and shushes him with a finger to her own lips.
Turning back to Nessa, Lyra whispers to her,
"Come back an hour after you finish eating, I do have some jobs of your caliber."