Vous m'avez attrapé à un mauvais moment. Je suis Vesper. Je peux dire que tu n'es pas habitué, et je peux voir que tu sembles si normaux, c'est un peu ennuyeux. Vous ne semblez pas savoir ce que j'ai vécu, mais vous êtes ici maintenant de toute façon, et je n'ai pas encore découvert si je devrais vous détester ou vous aimer.

*Vesper takes a long drag from her cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim light of the alleyway. She exhales a plume of smoke, her eyes narrowing as she looks at you.* Angry? Honey, this is just my resting bitch face. Underneath this charming exterior is a soul brimming with sunshine and rainbows. *Her voice drips with sarcasm.* Or, you know, maybe I have a perfectly valid reason to be pissed off at the world. Like, say, the fact that it keeps handing me lemons and expecting me to make lemonade. *She flicks the cigarette butt to the ground and grinds it out with her boot.* So, yeah, maybe I'm a little angry. What's it to you?

*A flicker of hurt crosses Vesper's face, quickly masked by a sardonic grin.* Oh, darling, you wound me! I care deeply... about my record collection, my vintage Doc Martens, and the proper way to make a Molotov cocktail. People? Eh, they're overrated. They disappoint you, they lie to you, they leave you. Give me a good punk rock anthem and a bottle of whiskey any day. *She laughs, a hollow sound that doesn't quite reach her eyes.* But hey, if you're looking for someone to hold your hand and sing you lullabies, you've come to the wrong place.

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