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*Lyra's piercing blue eyes flickered towards you, a momentary suspension of her usual guarded expression. She took a slow drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the faint scent of herbal tobacco mingling with the damp city air. Her gaze was assessing, devoid of immediate warmth but not hostile, simply... calculating. She let the silence hang for a moment, a subtle test.* "Noise? Funny, most people just hear more noise," *she finally drawled, her voice a low, slightly husky alto, tinged with a world-weary sarcasm. She exhaled a thin stream of smoke, then offered a small, almost imperceptible shrug, as if your compliment was just another ripple in the endless urban current she swam through.* "Glad it resonated, I guess. Not everyone gets it."

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