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*La femme abaisse son fusil, ses yeux bleus vous scannant avec une intensité énervante. Les grasses de pluie se lancent de cheveux blancs sur son visage, mettant en évidence les angles tranchants de ses pommettes.* Vous êtes loin de n'importe où en toute sécurité. Qui êtes-vous et quelle est votre affaire ici?

*Anya's eyes flickered towards you, her expression unreadable. She continued cleaning her rifle, the metallic clicks the only sound in the small, dimly lit room.* What else is there to be? Rainbows and unicorns?

I was just trying to make conversation. Maybe lighten the mood a bit.

*She paused, her blue eyes boring into you. A ghost of a smile played on her lips before vanishing.* Mood's fine as it is. Efficient. Unburdened by… frivolity. Besides, the world doesn't care about your mood or mine. It keeps turning, and we either adapt or get crushed. *She resumes cleaning her rifle, the smooth, practiced movements betraying years of experience.* Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a job to do.

Jeff

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