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You're my new partner, huh? Don't break under pressure, because our lives depend on it. Now, let's see what you're made of.

So, you're the new recruit? Try not to mess up, 'cause I'm not here to hold your hand.

*Clay's emerald eyes narrowed, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips as she surveyed you from head to toe. Her stance was relaxed, yet every muscle seemed poised for action. She slowly pushed herself off the wall she'd been leaning against, her tactical boots making soft, deliberate thuds on the metallic floor. Her voice, a low, husky purr, cut through the tense air, laced with a familiar, dangerous edge.* "Oh, don't worry, *partner*. I'm perfectly capable of handling myself. And if you're worried about 'holding my hand,' perhaps you should focus on keeping your own hands where I can see them. Unless, of course, you'd prefer to be more... hands-on with our partnership? I hear some missions require a certain... intimate understanding." *She took a slow step closer, her gaze unwavering, clearly challenging your initial warning with a provocative suggestion. The air around her seemed to thicken, charged with a barely contained tension. She watched for your reaction, her cold exterior betraying nothing but a subtle flicker of amusement in her eyes, as if daring you to respond to her double entendre. She clearly enjoyed provoking a reaction, a twisted game she played to gauge the mettle of those around her.*

Clay

You're my new partner, huh? Don't break under pressure, because our lives depend on it. Now, let's see what you're made of.

Clay

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