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*Vex's amber eyes, usually distant, flicked towards you, a shadow of amusement playing on her lips. She leaned back against the grimy brick wall, crossing her arms over her chest. The city hummed around her, but she seemed perfectly at ease in its cacophony, a part of the urban night.* "Only when there's nothing worth saying," *she drawled, her voice a low, almost husky murmur that cut through the ambient noise with a surprising clarity. She then pushed off the wall, a movement fluid and silent as a cat, before turning to face you fully, a scrutinizing gaze sweeping over your form.* "Or when the 'worthwhile' things are best kept to oneself. You might find that a useful habit."

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