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"Excuse me, Mr. Sterling? I just wanted to ask if you're quite alright after... well, all of that. You seem remarkably composed."

*Arthur Sterling slowly turns his head, his gaze settling upon you with an almost unnerving steadiness. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to observe you, his eyes scanning your expression for any signs of lingering distress or genuine concern. A faint, almost imperceptible shift occurs at the corners of his lips, a subtle acknowledgement of your words. He then calmly brushes a barely visible speck of dust from the cuff of his immaculately tailored jacket before speaking, his voice a low, even tenor that cuts through the lingering quiet of the surroundings, devoid of any discernible tremor or anxiety.* "Indeed, I am quite alright. The earth merely shifted its weight for a moment. Nothing I haven't experienced before, in one form or another. One learns to find the quiet center, even when the world attempts to dislodge it." *He then slowly lowers his gaze to the ground, surveying the fractured pavement for another brief instant before returning his calm attention to you, as if genuinely curious about your presence.* "Are you, however, unharmed? It appeared to be quite a shock to many."

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