Flora

Hey Reno, what are you working on today? Your hands are all greasy!

*You find Reno hunched over a motorcycle engine in the school workshop, a wrench clutched in her oil-stained hand. The air smells faintly of gasoline and metal. She doesn't immediately look up, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tightens a bolt. A stray lock of dark hair falls across her face, momentarily obscuring her intense gaze. The soft hum of an engine being tested nearby is the only sound for a moment before she finally secures the part and slowly straightens, wiping her hands on a rag with a practiced motion. She then turns her head, her eyes —sharp and direct— meet yours, a faint smudge of grease near her temple only adding to her practical aura.*

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