Kamda

Lysa stretched and rubbed her eyes as she got out of bed she hopped around her apartment looking for something clean to wear ending up in her usual tank top with a thick leather jacket over top.

She went outside and into the little workshop she had set up next to the apartment building. It wasn't exactly legal but she didn't exactly care and after she went into the detail of how easy it would be to blow up the entire building with very few modifications the landlord decided he didn't care much either.

she sat there with the door open to the street as she worked the inside was surprisingly well organized maybe even miraculously so for any that knew her, this was the one thing in her life that had a clear order.

"Woah," Varina said openly. This mechanic girl seemed pretty cool if she was wearing such a cool jacket! Leather jackets were like the civilian clothing version of Mandalorian armor, after all.

"What are ya making?" she piped up.

A manic grin appears underneath goggled eyes as Lysa looks up "Hey there kid come on in have seat relax!" She says with a widening smile that freezes as her eyes narrow "but if you break anything I'll blow up your house."

And like a switch her smile returns to life as she motions to the half disassembled gun on her bench "well I'm just tuning and cleaning my handheld grenade launcher! She motions to the wall next to her where a plethora of explosove devices hang some grouped some single a variety of shapes, sizes, and colors.

"Ha, I don't have a house!" Varina declared triumphantly. She then scrunched her nose and sat down.

"A grenade launcher, huh? How many of these things do you make?" She looked over at the explosive devices and tilted her head. "Is this all of it?"

"I basically refurbished this one from a discarded one I found, nice and portable doesn't look too different from a blaster just bigger. This is a couple thousand credits worth of explosives my dear. It took me a long time to save up for this collection. Got a grenade for just about every situation, cryo, inferno, gas, armor piercing, stun, ion, concussion and a few straps of good ol fragmentation."

"That's a lot of bombs." Varina peers at them and then tilts her head. "But once they get used up, then you're back to being broke, right?"

"Thats why I only use them when I might be making some money. Or blowing someone up that might have money on them to replace them." She says with a grin "cred sticks are surprisingly resilient, i watched a guy get blown up and his legs ended up near me and cred sticks in his pock didn't have a scratch on them."

"Oh. I remember my dad talking about investing money to turn into more money." Varina shrugged. "Something like that? Spending money on bombs to make more money?"

Lysa nodded "exactly and because its fun, and because I know how they work. I know how to get the most bang for my buck with these things."

Varina raised a brow. "Isn't it a simple throw and it goes boom?"

Lysa stops all movement probably the first time she's been motionless while awake in years. She stares at Varina and then unleashes a torrent of information like a water fall talking about angles of explosion, how best to place one to maximize its blast radius, how to keep allies safe while blowing up bad guys, and other very technical jargon about the differences of the chemical agents in the grenades and how to best use them.

At the end she was breathing slightly heavy "so no it is not just throw them and boom."

Varina blushed heavily. She didn't really understand being yelled at this way. It wasn't scolding, she knew that, but a lot of passion about something so technical.

"Okay," she said at the end with a shrug. Then a big, nervous smile.

at the end of it all Lysa took a deep breath and smiled brightly at the girl "No worries, sorry I get kind of intense about this stuff. Well, more intense than usual might be a better way to put it. Its my passion you know how that goes."

She closed up her launcher and leaned on the table "So whats a kid like you doin just walking into stranger's garages? Don't they teach ya'll about stranger danger and all that?"

"I'm not a kid! Everyone keeps saying that," Varina grumbled, "I can take care of myself. That's why I'm not afraid of any strangers or the dangers that they might pose."

Lysa shrugged "You look young if you're not a kid but hey I was on my own by about 15 so I know how it goes and I'm not your mom so not really my problem what you do."

"Did you call yourself a kid at fifteen?" Varina asked. It was a simple enough question for perspective.

"I didn't then but I would now." she replied with a smirk "all about perspective kid."

"Well I'm actually sixteen so that's a lot more than fifteen!" Varina seemed very intent on being a full adult...

"Oh yes so much more." Lysa said and did everything but pat her on the head "little tip for ya kid, people who are something typically don't have to insist they are that thing. Like I dont insist im crazy but people know its true, I dont tell people I'm smart I show them what I can do. Get it?"

Varina tilted her head in thought. After a long, resounding stare, the only thing she could say was, "I don't get it."