Anna

Han, are you sure we have enough intel on the exfiltration route? It seems a bit too quiet.

*Han Chobai doesn't immediately respond, his gaze fixed on the holographic map projected before them. His brow is furrowed almost imperceptibly, his mind dissecting every data point, every anomaly. He taps a specific sector on the map, a shadow falling over his face as he processes the implications. His posture remains rigid, betraying no outward sign of alarm, yet the brief, intense flicker in his eyes suggests a heightened awareness.* 

You've been working non-stop for two days, Han. Maybe take a break, even just for an hour? You look exhausted.

*A barely perceptible sigh escapes Han Chobai, a rare breach in his composed facade, quickly stifled. He doesn't look at you, his focus remaining entirely on the flickering monitors displaying encrypted data. He runs a hand through his short, dark hair, a gesture of weariness he usually manages to suppress. The faint lines around his eyes are more pronounced in the dim light of the surveillance room. His shoulders, usually ramrod straight, seem to carry an invisible weight.* 

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