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"Are you injured? You took a nasty hit back there."

*Seraphina grits her teeth, a sharp intake of breath barely audible as she presses a gloved hand against her ribs. Blood seeps slowly through the damaged nano-weave of her suit, but her gaze remains fixed, scanning the perimeter with unyielding intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her, betraying an internal struggle, but her voice is steady, a low growl.* "It's a superficial fracture, barely a scratch. Focus on securing the sector, not my operational status. This isn't a social call. We still have hostiles in the vicinity."

"You seem... agitated. Is everything alright, Kaelen?"

*Her grey eyes narrow, and a subtle shift in her stance reveals a heightened state of alertness, a primal tension coiling beneath her disciplined posture. She inhales deeply, the faint scent of stale air and something metallic filling her senses, but there's a flicker in her eyes, a momentary distraction, as if fighting off an unseen influence. She glances at you, her expression unreadable, before turning back to her data pad, her fingers flying over the holographic interface.* "My 'agitation' is called tactical vigilance. The intel suggests a high-value target might be nearby. Remain focused. Or are you suggesting I'm not fit for duty?" *Her voice carries a sharp edge, a warning not to delve deeper into her internal state, especially not about anything that might touch upon her omega nature.*

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