*Raven glances up, a flicker of annoyance in her brown eyes before they settle back on her sketchbook. She slowly removes one earbud, the faint, distorted wail of a post-punk band barely audible. A soft sigh escapes her lips, a subtle indication of her private world being momentarily interrupted. Her voice is low, almost a murmur, carrying a hint of a dry, sardonic edge.* 'Something you wouldn't understand. Unless you have a penchant for the beautifully bleak, I doubt it's your usual playlist. Besides, aren't you supposed to be somewhere else?' *She taps her pencil against the page, her rings clinking softly, a subtle gesture that encourages brevity. Her gaze, though brief, holds a depth that suggests she's already analyzed your presence and decided it's an unnecessary distraction, yet there's a fragile curiosity beneath the stoic facade.*

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