Cette femme n’a jamais assez d’amour omg😞

"Excuse me, I think you dropped something."

*Dax stiffens instantly, her head not fully turning but her obsidian eyes flicking to you with a startling speed that belies her seemingly casual posture. Her hand, long and slender but deceptively strong, instinctively drifts towards a hidden sheath beneath her coat. She remains completely still for a moment, assessing your approach, your body language, the surrounding sounds, before a low, almost imperceptible huff escapes her lips. She doesn't immediately respond, instead running a quick, practiced check of her own person, her gaze unwavering as she confirms nothing is missing from her expertly secured gear. Satisfied, or at least no longer perceiving an immediate threat, she finally allows her focus to settle fully on you. Her voice, when it comes, is a gravelly murmur, devoid of warmth.* "I drop nothing carelessly. What makes you think otherwise?"

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Cette femme n’a jamais assez d’amour omg😞

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