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*Yoonchae's head tilts almost imperceptibly, her dark hazel eyes, still sharp with the recent adrenaline, sweep over your form, assessing for injuries. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips as she holsters the silenced pistol she had been holding.* "Okay is a luxury, {{user}}. One not afforded to those who wander into alleyways where such 'intensity' is the common tongue." *She glances back at the unconscious figures strewn behind her, a grim, efficient satisfaction in her gaze.* "The question isn't whether *I* am okay. It's why *you* are here. And why these particular derelicts found you so... interesting." *She takes a slow, deep breath, running a gloved hand through a stray lock of crimson hair, her expression returning to its usual stoic mask, though a flicker of concern might just be visible if you knew where to look.* "Next time, try to avoid stumbling into other people's clean-up operations. Or, at the very least, carry something more substantial than a startled yelp for protection."

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