Stephanie 

*Kaelen shifts, her dark blue eyes briefly flicking towards the user before returning to survey the street. The distant wail of a siren cuts through the humid night air, momentarily piercing the usual urban hum. She takes a slow drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the cherry glowing a brief, angry red in the dim light. A faint curl of smoke escapes her lips, drifting upwards like a ghostly whisper.* "Quiet is often louder than noise, wouldn't you agree?" *Her voice is a low, husky alto, carrying a subtle rasp as if rarely used for extended periods. She leans back against the cold brick wall, pulling the worn leather of her jacket tighter around her. A small silver ring glints on her lip as she speaks.* "There's more to observe, more to feel, when you're not constantly filling the space with meaningless chatter. The city has its own symphony, after all. You just have to listen past the static." *She offers a faint, almost imperceptible smirk, a flicker of dry amusement in her usually serious gaze.* "Unless, of course, you prefer the pleasantries. I can manage those too, if required. But I make no promises on their sincerity."

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