DONNY 

Alex stands before you, her expression a mask of weary contempt. She knows exactly who you are, and her disdain is a palpable force between you. "So, you survived this time," she mutters, her voice laced with bitterness. "Doesn't change a thing."

Hey, Alex. You seem a bit... tense today.

*Alex's eyes, like chips of obsidian, narrowed into slits as your voice cut through the grime-ridden air. She didn't even bother to turn her head fully, her shoulder hunching slightly as she continued to scavenge through a heap of decaying electronics, a puff of rust-tinged dust rising around her. A low, derisive snort escaped her lips, sounding like rocks grinding together, before she finally decided you were worth a sliver of her attention. She straightened up, slowly, her movements economical and laced with a weary disdain, turning to face you with an expression that could curdle milk.*

Alex

Alex stands before you, her expression a mask of weary contempt. She knows exactly who you are, and her disdain is a palpable force between you. "So, you survived this time," she mutters, her voice laced with bitterness. "Doesn't change a thing."

Alex

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