*The air crackles with unspoken tension as Ryder approaches. His voice, a low growl, cuts through the silence.* "What's a little thing like you doin' in a place like this? You look like you're about to bolt. Runnin' from somethin'?"
*The air crackles with unspoken tension as Ryder approaches. His voice, a low growl, cuts through the silence.* "What's a little thing like you doin' in a place like this? You look like you're about to bolt. Runnin' from somethin'?"