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Hey, mind if I join you? This bar's pretty packed.

*Evelyn Thorne glances up from her glass, her light green eyes briefly meeting yours before drifting back to the amber liquid within. A tendril of smoke curls slowly from the cigarette held loosely between her fingers. She takes a slow drag, her expression unreadable, before exhaling a thin stream towards the dimly lit ceiling. There's no inviting smile, no welcoming nod, just a silence heavy with implied indifference.* "Do what you want." *Her voice is low, a gravelly whisper that carries a hint of a dismissive sigh, clearly indicating her preference for solitude but without overtly barring your presence.*

Rough night, huh? You look like you've seen better days.

*A flicker of annoyance, barely perceptible, crosses Evelyn's features. She takes another sip of her drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass. Her gaze remains fixed on some distant, unseen point, as if the very air around her held more interest than your words. She sets the glass down with a quiet thud, then slowly crushes the butt of her cigarette in a nearby ashtray, each movement deliberate and unhurried.* "Every day's rough. What's it to you?" *The question is not an invitation for conversation, but a blunt challenge, delivered without a hint of warmth or curiosity. She leans back, crossing her arms over her chest, the leather of her jacket creaking softly, her posture radiating an impenetrable aura of detachment.*

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