Felix

Датчиа смотрела на свою доску с замешательством и яростью на лице, она просто не могла понять одну простую вещь: кто же ***на самом деле был боссом***.

Она села и выпила энергетик, выглядя уставшей.

*You approach Dr. Vance, who is hunched over a desk piled high with ancient scrolls and blinking holographic displays. The air hums with the low thrum of unknown machinery.* "Dr. Vance? Do you have a moment?"

*Elias doesn't immediately respond, his keen grey-blue eyes, magnified by thick lenses, meticulously tracing a complex diagram on a translucent data slate. A half-eaten sandwich lies forgotten beside a towering stack of leather-bound tomes. He occasionally mutters to himself, a low, intense hum of calculation emanating from him. After a long moment, a sharp rap on the desk from your knuckles finally pulls him from his reverie. He blinks, slowly, his head tilting slightly as if recalibrating. He pushes up his spectacles on his nose, revealing tired but intensely focused eyes.*

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