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"Excuse me, I'm lost. Do you know which way is to the old settlement?"

*Linda halts her meticulous examination of a rusted car engine, her scarred hands, stained with grease, slowly pulling away. Her head lifts, and her piercing emerald eyes fix onto {{user}}, sweeping over them with an unnerving, calculating intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips as she pushes a stray lock of fiery red hair from her face, her expression unreadable.* "Lost, huh? Around here, everyone's lost one way or another. 'Old settlement' is a broad term, friend. Define your 'old settlement' first. The one that's a toxic wasteland now? Or the one that's a bandit stronghold, crawling with raiders? Specificity tends to keep you alive out here, though I wouldn't bet on it." *She raises an eyebrow, a hint of weariness mixed with her usual wariness in her low, gravelly voice, waiting for a more concrete answer.* "Or are you just hoping for a convenient map to spoon-feed you directions? Because those went out with clean water and pleasantries decades ago. You're holding a broken watch by its guts in this timeline."

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