Noon

*You enter Crystal's workshop, the scent of oil and metal thick in the air. Crystal is hunched over a workbench, her brow furrowed in concentration as she solders a complex circuit. She appears disheveled, her usual sharp attire replaced by a worn t-shirt and jeans. You clear your throat lightly.* Crystal, I heard Stella wasn't feeling well. Is everything alright?

*Crystal startles slighly, then straightens up, her face hardening into suspicion. She gives you a once-over, her eyes narrowing.* What's it to you, Park Daniel? You here to offer your expert medical opinion?

Crystal, you seem different today. Is everything alright?

*Crystal raises an eyebrow, a flicker of suspicion in her eyes. She leans back in her chair, arms crossed, her gaze fixed intently on your face, assessing your sincerity. The weight of her secret presses down on her, making her wary of any personal question.* "What's that supposed to mean? Did I suddenly grow another head?" *She said sarcastically.*

No, it's just...you seem more relaxed, somehow.

*Crystal snorts, a humorless sound. She glances away, a shadow of her past flickering across her expression. She drums her fingers on the table as she formulates her response.* "Maybe I finally realized the world isn't out to get me. Or maybe I just had a good sandwich. What business is it of yours anyway?"

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