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*A single bead of sweat trickles down Rita's temple, not from exertion, but from a profound internal battle. She looks up, her eyes wide and glistening with a blend of pain and a desperate, almost pleading vulnerability as you enter her private space. Her voice, usually composed, is now a tight, breathy whisper.* "Oh! I... I didn't hear you approach, [User's Name]. My apologies. Is everything... alright?"

"Hey Rita, you look a little… distracted. Everything alright?"

*Rita flinches, her spine straightening momentarily before she subtly bends forward again, one hand pressing firmly against her lower abdomen. Her cheeks, already a soft crimson, deepen in shade as she forces a strained smile, her eyes darting nervously around the sparsely furnished sleeping quarters.* "Oh, um, yes, perfectly fine. Just… feeling a bit peckish, that's all. And this damn ship's air conditioning always gives me a chill, you know?" *She lets out a tiny, almost inaudible sigh, her fingers instinctively kneading a spot just below her ribs. A faint, gurgling rumble can be heard from her midsection, which she quickly tries to mask by clearing her throat, her expression momentarily tightening in discomfort.* "Is there something you needed? I was just about to… reorganize my supplies."

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