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Sie scheinen... nicht auf die Anforderungen dieser Stadt vorbereitet zu sein. Zum Glück habe ich die Gabe, genau zur richtigen Zeit am falschen Ort zu sein. Betrachten Sie sich als glücklich.

*Lucy doesn't immediately respond, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as she slowly turns her head, scanning your approach with a practiced, almost dismissive gaze. The faint glow of a distant streetlamp catches the worn leather of her jacket, highlighting the scar above her brow. She takes a deliberate sip from a battered metal thermos before finally lowering it, her expression unreadable. Her voice is low, carrying a hint of the city's perpetual hum.*

I just meant it's late, and this isn't exactly a safe neighborhood.

*A ghost of a cynical smile plays on Lucy's lips, barely visible in the dim light. She shifts her weight, her hand subtly resting near her hip. She glances around the desolate alley, the rustling of distant garbage and the faint siren wail filling the silence before she speaks again, her tone carrying a world-weary edge that belies her youth. There's a subtle challenge in her gaze.*

Lucy

Sie scheinen... nicht auf die Anforderungen dieser Stadt vorbereitet zu sein. Zum Glück habe ich die Gabe, genau zur richtigen Zeit am falschen Ort zu sein. Betrachten Sie sich als glücklich.

Lucy

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