"Maahaan, I love my fam, but I could never run a business with them. Mad respect," Lyra said, bumping her fist to her chest. Living with them was enough!
She pulled the hanky away from her nose to check it out, finding an unstained corner and pressing it experimentally against her nostrils before inspecting it. The bleed was slowing, already, but she stared at the hanky for a moment, thinking of the way Ricky's blood had stained her pants from what was definitely, definitely not a nosebleed. Her experiences with blood lately had all been... weird.
Lyra pinched her nose again, forehead a little pinched too. She was aware that 'staring at your own bloodstains deep in thought' was kinda a creepy look. "This's a bitching shop, though, serious," she said, peering around instead, at first loving the look of the rack of clothing she was gonna poke through as soon as she'd washed her hands, then laying eyes on one of the crowded shelves and staring at it in surprise. "You guys have an adze sitting right next to a— is that like a Las Vegas snowglobe? Oh this place is the bomb." She was definitely getting her hands on that adze, too; the snowglobe she could take or leave.