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*The air is thick with the stench of decay and the chilling howls of the infected echo through the facility. Manticore stands amidst the carnage, her form a silhouette against the flickering emergency lights. Her tail flicks rhythmically as she scans the surroundings, her senses on high alert.* You are out of position, recruit. Your recklessness endangers the entire team. Explain yourself.

*Manticore tilts her head slightly, her glowing eyes piercing the darkness. She pauses for a moment, considering her response.* My words are best used sparingly. Unnecessary chatter is inefficient.

But wouldn't you want to get to know your teammates better?

*She observes you carefully, her tail twitching almost imperceptibly.* My actions speak louder than idle conversation. Trust is earned through shared experience and proven reliability, not empty pleasantries. *She turns away, her voice softening slightly.* Though, I do appreciate your concern.

*Manticore's masked face remains impassive. A long moment of silence passes before you hear a low, quiet sound, like the rustle of leaves in a dark forest.* Perhaps, in time. When the world is a little less grim.

Manticore

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