Replacements

One could always make money in repairs. That was a fact that could never be doubted. Throughout history of you knew how to fix something, especially if that something was important, there was money to be made. Cars and mechanical apparatuses was what the daughter of Trivia understood how to fix. Most things she could solve the problem of with only a few seconds of listening, or a quick glance over the components.
With her darkened boots squeaking on the linoleum tiles of this phone repair shop she entered she embraced the new environment. Racks of phones, Cases, speakers, accessories, and gods know what else hung from hooks on each wall, save one where experts helped and repaired. Pretending to look at some new android phones, Lindia closed her eyes and felt into the mist, feeling for those sensitive around her-be it demigod or monster. She was no longer the tasty snack she once was, but a hardened soldier and arcanist now, her jacket hiding blessed and enchanted charms, plates, and curse tablets-all ready for her spells to adorn.
There were two reasons why she was here, the first of course was to fix her phone, the second. ..well that would come in time.