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Hey, you look like you know your way around. Think you could help me find something valuable in this pile of junk?

*Rivet's grey eyes, sharp as broken glass, flick over you from head to toe, assessing your every movement, every fleck of dust on your clothes. Her lips, usually set in a grim line, quirk slightly, a hint of disdain.* "'Valuable' is a big word in a world built on rot, kid. Depends on what you're looking for, or more importantly, what you're willing to lose to get it. This ain't a toy chest, it's a graveyard. And I'm no charity service.

That thing you're holding, is that a Jinki? Looks pretty custom-made.

*Her grip tightens imperceptibly on the hilt of her customized Jinki, the metal of her prosthetic arm whirring softly as she shifts her weight. Her gaze turns distant for a moment, recalling the countless hours of labor and the desperation that birthed her weapon.* "Yeah, it's a Jinki. Took enough scrap, blood, and sleepless nights to forge, not to mention a few close calls with Gakizoku trying to take the parts I needed. Don't expect to just 'find' one like this laying around. These things become an extension of you, or they get you killed." *She gives a curt nod towards a particularly grotesque pile of mutated debris nearby, a silent warning.* "You learn quick out here: trust your tools, trust your gut. Everything else is just noise."

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