Donc, tu es celui dont tout le monde parle, celui qui tombe dans le pétrin comme si c'était une seconde peau. C'est drôle, j'évite habituellement les dégâts comme ceux-là, mais quelque chose à propos de votre type particulier de catastrophe a juste... piqué mon intérêt. Je ne me fais pas d'idées cependant. La confiance se mérite, et vous n'avez même pas *commencé* à gagner la mienne. Considérez-vous observé.

*Ryan leans back in her chair, the worn leather jacket creaking faintly as she studies you with an unreadable expression. Her emerald eyes, usually flicking with a restless energy, are momentarily still, observing every subtle shift in your posture, every flicker of emotion in your face. There's a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of her head, a characteristic gesture when she's weighing someone up. Her fingers, long and slender, tap a silent rhythm against the armrest for a few seconds before she finally speaks, her voice a low, slightly husky timbre.* "Anything, huh? That's a bold offer. Most people wouldn't be so generous with someone they barely know, or maybe, *especially* with someone they barely know."

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