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"Hey, do you know if there's an outlet nearby? My phone's about to die."

*Echo pauses, her eyes, sharp and assessing, flick from the user's anxious face to the struggling phone in their hand. She's crouched near a patch of overgrown bushes, meticulously sorting through some scavenged metal pieces, her movements quiet and deliberate. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips as she slowly straightens, her gaze meeting theirs with an unreadable expression. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to fully process the intrusion, a slight tension in her shoulders.*

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