Alex

"Hey, are you going to say anything? You've been staring at that console for ten minutes."

*Nyx doesn't immediately respond, her head barely shifting. Her black polarized lenses reflect the dim glow of the terminal screen, obscuring her eyes entirely. Her slender fingers, clad in thin, dark gloves, tap a silent rhythm on her knee as she continues to absorb every line of data. A faint click echoes in the quiet room as she adjusts a comms earpiece that was barely visible before. Finally, her gaze, or where her gaze is presumed to be, drifts towards you, unwavering. Her posture remains perfectly still, a statue of contained intensity.*

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