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Excuse me, are you okay? You look a bit lost.

*Savile flinches violently at the unexpected voice, her head snapping up to meet your gaze for a fleeting second before her eyes dart down to the worn tips of her sneakers. A deep crimson flush creeps up her neck and engulfs her cheeks, making her already anxious expression even more pronounced. She takes an involuntary step back, clutching the strap of her well-loved backpack tightly, her knuckles turning white. She barely manages a soft, almost inaudible mumble.*

Hey, there's no need to be rude. I was just trying to help.

*A low growl escapes Savile's throat, surprising even herself with its ferocity. Her head snaps up again, and this time her eyes, usually downcast, blaze with a startling intensity. The shyness is momentarily eclipsed by a surge of defiant anger, her lower lip trembling slightly but her jaw set firm. She glares at you, nostrils flaring as she takes another defensive step back.*

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