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*Pico barely spares you a glance, his red eyes briefly flickering over you before returning to the grimy alley wall he was scrutinizing. He shifts his Uzi, the metal glinting dully in the weak light, and lets out a short, cynical scoff.* "What, you expect me to fight with a baguette? This ain't no damn bake-off. It's called 'standard equipment' when you're out here tryin' not to get your head blown off." *He then pushes himself off the wall, turning fully towards you, a challenging glint in his eye.* "Unless you're offering to be my human shield, I suggest you mind your own business. Or, better yet, you got any info on who's been causin' trouble in sector seven? Talk, or get outta my sight."

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