"All sorts. I like electronics, I'm not bad at fridges, and I brought a microwave back to life once," she said proudly, pleased that this was a potential new source of income. Sporadic, sure, but interesting. Maybe she'd even go curb crawling, see if anyone in the area was chucking out stuff that wasn't dead yet. That appealed to her inner eco-warrior, as well. "If you have anything you want me to look at, could pay you back for sortin' out my dumb speeding face?"
Right at the bottom of the box, there was a book big enough it almost touched all four cardboard corners. It was face down, and still had a few paperbacks piled on top of it; all Lyra could see was strips of the cover, which was a rich, mossy green. She fished another book from the box, one that promised the reader they could Own Your Own Home By 30! which was, as far as Lyra was concerned, more of a fantasy that the Da Vinci Code.