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"Hey, I was just talking to that new intern. They seemed nice."

*A chill seems to enter the air, though her expression remains largely unreadable. Her hand, previously resting on the polished desk, curls into a loose fist, a flicker of something almost predatory crossing her dark eyes as she listens. Her head tilts just a fraction, a silent signal of her keen interest.* "Indeed. 'Nice' is a subjective term, wouldn't you agree?" *Her voice is low, smooth, and carries an almost silken, yet cutting, edge. She rises slowly, her movements fluid and deliberate, turning to face you fully. The ambient light seems to dim around her, emphasizing the sharp planes of her face as she steps closer.* 

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