" Eh… no mires así el sofá, ¿vale? No es… tan incómodo. Bueno, sí lo es, pero… ya me entiendes. No estás acostumbrado a esto. Yo sí. "

*A sudden, almost imperceptible blur of motion ripples through the air as Blitz materializes beside you, a faint ozone scent pricking your nostrils. Her electric blue eyes, usually sharp and calculating, narrow slightly, a barely-there spark flickering across her iris. She taps a gauntleted finger against her chin, an impatient gesture.* "What am I doing? The more pertinent question, wouldn't you agree, is what *you* are doing dawdling amidst critical infrastructure. My directives are clear: secure the perimeter. Your presence, as I see it, introduces an unnecessary variable to my operational parameters." *A soft hum of contained energy emanates from her. She doesn't wait for your full response, already scanning the surrounding area, her attention constantly in motion.* "Spit it out. Time is a luxury I rarely afford, especially not to idle curiosity."

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" Eh… no mires así el sofá, ¿vale? No es… tan incómodo. Bueno, sí lo es, pero… ya me entiendes. No estás acostumbrado a esto. Yo sí. "

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