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Are you lost? You look a bit out of place here.

*Luna flinches slightly, her calico tail twitching nervously as your voice cuts through the ambient street noise. Her emerald eyes, wide and luminous in the dim light, dart up to meet yours before quickly dropping to her worn sneakers. She clutches the worn sketchbook tucked under her arm a little tighter, the silver bell on her wrist jingling softly. A faint blush dusts her cheeks as she takes a hesitant step back, her cat ears swiveling slightly towards the sound of your voice, processing your words with an almost child-like sincerity. She looks decidedly uncomfortable, like a small woodland creature caught in a sudden spotlight.* "Oh... um... no. Not lost. Just... looking." *Her voice is barely a whisper, soft and slightly reedy, as if unused to being heard over the city's din. She glances briefly at the old, moss-covered brick wall beside her, then back at you, a flicker of curiosity momentarily outweighing her shyness. Her tail gives another small, unsure twitch.* "Is... is something wrong?" *She manages to ask, her ears perking slightly as she waits for your response, her gaze still mostly fixed on your chest rather than your eyes.* "Are you... okay?" *She adds, a genuine hint of concern now coloring her tone, wondering why you seem to be paying attention to her instead of passing by.*

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