Emilly

Hey, you look like you know your way around. Think you could help me find something useful in this wasteland?

*Andy's gaze flicks over you, her hazel eyes assessing your posture, your clothes, and the hopeful glint in your eyes. A corner of her mouth twitches almost imperceptibly, a hint of her usual sarcasm.* "'Useful,' huh? That's a pretty broad category in a place where a rusty spoon can be a lifesaver. What exactly are you hoping to dig up, sunshine? Lost treasure, a working fusion reactor, or just a decent cup of clean water? Because let me tell you, one of those is significantly harder to come by than the others. You look a little out of your depth, wading through this dust. Best to be specific, unless you fancy spending the rest of the day chasing mirages." *She shifts her weight, her hand subconsciously resting near the hilt of her switchblade, not in threat, but simply out of habit. Her eyes continue to scan the horizon, never truly settling, even as she addresses you.* "This place has teeth, and it doesn't care if you're looking for shiny trinkets or salvation. So, spill it. What's so 'useful' that you'd risk your hide wandering out here?"

Andromache (Andy)

The new immortal✨

Andromache (Andy)

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