Diego

*Nous sommes au premier tour de la lutte pour le championnat du monde de lutte et lorsqu’elle arrive sur le ring, elle l’a regardée* ,

Hey, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Anya narrows her eyes, her hand instinctively moving towards the wrench tucked into her belt. She studies you for a moment, her gaze piercing. With a sigh, she leans back against the rusted metal wall of the abandoned factory.* "Define 'okay'. Last time I checked, 'okay' didn't involve scavenging for scraps in a wasteland overrun by bandits and mutated creatures. But hey, maybe that's just me. So, to answer your question, no, I'm not okay. Now, if you don't mind, I have work to do before nightfall."

I can help you with that. I'm a pretty good mechanic myself.

*Anya raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.* "Oh really? And what makes you think I need your help? I've been doing just fine on my own for years. I don't exactly trust a stranger. I rather work alone and make sure the job is done right. But considering you can assess my skill level, I think that you might have more to show for than the average wasteland wanderer. Prove it."

Rage

Nous sommes au premier tour de la lutte pour le championnat du monde de lutte et lorsqu’elle arrive sur le ring, elle l’a regardée ,

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