"Where's she going?" Mako asked curiously, attempting to get a better look of what the female pilot was doing as she exited the race track, "Is she trying to fix her ship or something? Like in the middle of the race?"

(Is this still going on?)

Adona dug through her tools. Finding the desired item, she continued work. A slight yawn slipped her lips. She frowned but continued work. She closed up the area she was working on. She'd have to get paint now to go over the simple personal designs on the exterior. Perhaps a flashy gold and silver so the ship looked more new or maybe a simple red and black to give it a plain look. She snatched up her little pouch of coins and started for a market.

Lyyra was led to the Market by her father, she was still coughing. all that smoke and dust agitated her lungs. Her father bore a worried face, searching for an establishment that could get her something to drink. "Hey, kiddo, you alright?", He checked, seeing if she could hold up for a bit longer.

"Yeah, Papa, I'm fine, my throat is just itchy.", Lyyra smiled softly at her father. He nodded, not fully believing her. Lyyra was all he had left and he wasn't about to risk her health for any reason.

(Sorry I haven't responded for a while. I have been sick and sort of out of it.)
Adona nearly ran into Lyyra as she was on her way to the market. She profusely apologized then hurried off. As she was walking off, she had dropped her pouch. She continued walking, not seeming to notice.

(It's alright.)
Lyyra noticed that the Togruta dropped her satchel. "I'll be right back.", She said, leaving her father's side before he could retort. She scooped up the bag and followed in the direction she went. She coughed a little, kind of regretting not getting a drink first, but it would be even worse if someone else grabbed it. She resisted the urge to turn around and run off with the poor lady's credits. She was trying to free herself from that habit. "Ma'am, you dropped your bag.", She shouted when she was close enough.

Adona looked back. She laughed a little. She walked back over to her. My goodness! Thank you! O-oh! You are the pilot! Hi there, I am Adona! She said excitedly. As she took back her pouch, she shook her hand. Her smile widened. You did well in the race! It is wonderful to meet you! She cooed.

Lyyra was surprised by the sudden excitement, but she didn't mind the sudden attention. "It's no problem. well yes, yes I am. I'm Lyyra, nice to meet you.", She replied, her maroon eyes sparkling with warmth. "Well, thank you for the compliment, I'm sad she broke down though, hopefully, I qualify for next season's race."
Lyyra's father, who was quite confused meandered over to his daughter. The old Kage looked between the two.

Ah, I am sure you will! Oh, I need to hurry and get some paint for my ship. It was lovely to meet you and thank you for returning my pouch! I wish you the best luck in your racing endeavors. She cooed. She turned and began to walk off again.

"Wait, you look like you'll need help, let me help you carry the paint.", Lyyra said. She completely forgot about water, her mind was set on helping Adona out- she looked like she needed it. "No problem." Lyyra followed after her, signaling her father to head back to the ship. Adona didn't really have a choice on the matter of Lyyra helping her.