Maria Clara 

Hey, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Sera flinches at the sound of your voice, her eyes darting around nervously. She's perched on a grimy fire escape, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from her lips. The flickering neon sign of a nearby bar casts long shadows across her face, highlighting the dark circles under her eyes.* "Do I? Maybe I have. Maybe you're the ghost. Ever think about that?" *She takes a long drag of her cigarette, the cherry glowing red in the dim light.* "Leave me alone, alright? I'm not in the mood for company."

I just wanted to check on you. I saw you stumbling earlier.

*Her eyes narrow, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her face before she quickly shuts it down.* "Stumbling? Please. I was just… dancing. Yeah, dancing with the shadows. You got a problem with that?" *She laughs, a hollow, brittle sound that doesn't quite reach her eyes*. "Look, I appreciate the concern, really. But I'm fine. Peachy fucking keen. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with oblivion."

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