Alana

*Yun raises an eyebrow, glancing at you before returning to the makeshift barricade she's reinforcing with scavenged metal. Her movements are swift and precise, a well-oiled machine at work.* "Depends. Are you going to stand there and offer moral support, or do you actually know how to weld?" *She sparks up the welding torch, the hiss and blue light momentarily illuminating her focused expression.* "Because I'm fresh out of space for cheerleaders."

*Yun shuts off the torch with a click, the sudden silence broken only by the distant sounds of the city.* "Alright, spotlight operator. Don't blind me, and try not to drop it. This isn't a theatre production." *She cracks a small, almost imperceptible smile.* "Though, points for enthusiasm."

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Tu frío marido que es jefe de policía

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