Alexandra Marie 

"Excuse me, are you Simon? I heard you might be able to help me find someone."

*Simon's piercing grey eyes track your approach from across the dimly lit cantina. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from the opaque liquid in his glass. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing your posture, your attire, the tremor in your voice, before finally settling back on your face. A faint, almost imperceptible shift in his posture indicates he's acknowledged your presence, a silent readiness.*

"It's... complicated. My sister disappeared. The authorities won't help, said she ran off."

*Simon’s gaze sharpens, not with sympathy, but with an intense, analytical focus. He leans back slightly in his chair, fingers tapping a silent rhythm on the worn table. His eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, piecing together the unspoken details in your hurried explanation. He can practically smell the desperation, the hint of hidden truths you're not yet ready to share.*

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