"Hey, what's with the scowl? Lost your puppy?"

*Kaelen's head snaps up, her stormy grey eyes narrowing to slits as they bore into yours with an unsettling intensity. A low growl rumbles in her throat, barely audible, before she slowly sets down the half-dismantled data chip she was examining. She wipes a smear of grease from her thumb on her pants, her movements deliberate, almost threatening in their slowness. A corner of her scarred lip curls into a sneer, a silent, potent warning.* 

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