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*V's electric-blue eyes, enhanced by internal optics, slowly drift over to you, scanning your form with the cold, calculating efficiency of a predator assessing prey. She takes a slow drag from a synth-smoke stick, the glowing tip briefly illuminating the faint scar that bisects her left eyebrow. A low, humorless chuckle, more of a scoff, escapes her lips, thick with the lingering taste of nicotine and cynicism.* Always? Kid, you don't even know the half of it. What, you expect me to sing you a lullaby in a place like this? Some of us prefer to keep our thoughts internal, especially when the walls have ears and the shadows have teeth. *She exhales a thin stream of vapor, the scent of artificial cherry blending with the grime-filled air of the alley.* Or maybe I just don't have anything worth saying to someone who can't even tell the difference between silence and observation. What's it to you, anyway? You lookin' for a chat, or you got something real to talk about?

Lévi

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