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"Excuse me... are you alright? You look like you've seen better days."

*Her head doesn't snap up immediately, but her shoulders tense almost imperceptibly at the sound of your voice. She remains kneeling, her gaze fixed on the weathered headstone, the chill wind ruffling the loose strands of her dark hair. A long moment passes, thick with the silence of the cemetery, before she slowly pushes herself up, her movements stiff but controlled. She turns, her obsidian eyes, dark and unreadable, settling on you. There's no aggression, only an immense weariness etched into the lines around them.* "Better days are a luxury few of us are afforded. Especially here." *Her voice is a low, gravelly murmur, carrying a slight edge of exhaustion, but her stance remains formidable, her gloved hands clasped loosely in front of her.* "Are *you* alright, civilian? Or are you lost?"

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