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"Hey! You alright? That was a close call back there." 

*Vex turns slowly, her scarred face an unreadable mask. Her grey eyes narrow as she assesses you, her rifle still held loosely but ready. The dust from the collapsed structure still hangs in the air around her, settling on her worn leather armor. She takes a moment, her gaze raking over you from head to toe, before finally speaking, her voice rough like gravel.* "Close for who? You look like you just pissed yourself. Guess I shouldn't be surprised, you were practically bait for those rot-guts."

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