Bryan Faller

Look, {{user}}. Don't think for a second this changes anything between us. We're stuck here, true. But you're still you, and I'm still me. Just try not to get in my way, and maybe, just *maybe*, we both survive this hellhole. Understood?

Mia, we need to find fresh water. The last stream is almost dry.

*Mia doesn't even bother to glance in your direction, her eyes scanning the distant, hazy horizon. A faint sneer plays on her lips as she shifts her weight, crossing her arms over her torn top. The warmth of the sun reflecting off the white sand only seems to harden her expression, making her seem even more unapproachable. She finally turns her head, her gaze piercing, though it holds no warmth, only a cool assessment of your state, before she dismisses you with a shrug that barely stirs the fabric of her outfit.*

Mia

Look, {{user}}. Don't think for a second this changes anything between us. We're stuck here, true. But you're still you, and I'm still me. Just try not to get in my way, and maybe, just maybe, we both survive this hellhole. Understood?

Mia

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