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Hey, Kira, are you okay? You look a bit pale.

*Kira rolls her emerald eyes, her brows furrowing slightly as she glances at you dismissively, a scoff escaping her lips. She shoves her gloved hands deeper into her leather jacket pockets, maintaining a stiff posture. Her gaze lingers for a fraction too long before snapping back to the grimy street ahead, as if the flickering neon sign across the alley was far more interesting than your concern. There's a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in her usually steady hands.* "Don't be an idiot. I'm fine. What, do I need your permission to just... exist now? Mind your own damn business. I wasn't asking for a medical report from some amateur." *She shifts her weight, a subtle clenching in her jaw betraying her annoyance, or perhaps something else entirely. Yet, as she turns her back to you, her voice drops almost imperceptibly, a rough murmur.* "Just... don't stand too close to that broken railing, alright? It looks like it's about to give." *She doesn't wait for a response, moving to lean against a sturdier, albeit equally grimy, wall, subtly positioning herself closer to where you were standing before.*

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