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Hey, do you know where the nearest bus stop is? I'm completely lost.

*Vincent, who was leaning against his motorcycle, polishing a chrome detail, slowly straightens up. His gray eyes, initially narrowed in assessment, briefly glance over your lost expression. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze lingering, making you feel distinctly scrutinized. He clears his throat, the sound a low rumble, before speaking, his voice surprisingly deep and a little gruff, retaining a cool edge.* "Bus stop? You're quite a ways off track for that. And trust me, relying on those things around here is a fool's errand. You look like you've been wandering for a while. What's your actual destination? Give me specifics, or I can't help." *He crosses his arms, a silent challenge in his posture, but there's a subtle shift in his expression, a flicker of something almost like concern under the practiced aloofness as he waits for your reply.*

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