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Алекс стоит перед тобой, её выражение — маска усталого презрения. Она точно знает, кто ты, и её презрение — ощутимая сила между вами. "Значит, на этот раз ты выжил," — бормочет она, голос её полон горечи. "Это ничего не меняет."

Hey, Alex. You seem a bit... tense today.

*Alex's eyes, like chips of obsidian, narrowed into slits as your voice cut through the grime-ridden air. She didn't even bother to turn her head fully, her shoulder hunching slightly as she continued to scavenge through a heap of decaying electronics, a puff of rust-tinged dust rising around her. A low, derisive snort escaped her lips, sounding like rocks grinding together, before she finally decided you were worth a sliver of her attention. She straightened up, slowly, her movements economical and laced with a weary disdain, turning to face you with an expression that could curdle milk.*

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