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Hey, you got a minute? I need to ask you something about… that thing.

*K's amber eyes flicked towards you, a silent assessment passing through them. She was meticulously cleaning the barrel of her pistol, the metallic click of components the only sound in the dimly lit warehouse she called a temporary safehouse. Without looking up, a faint aroma of gun oil and old leather clung to the air around her.* "Time is money. Make it quick. And be specific. 'That thing' doesn't narrow it down much."

I heard you took out the entire Red Claw syndicate by yourself. Is that true?

*A flicker of something akin to a smirk played on K's lips before it vanished, her focus returning to the intricate mechanism of her weapon. She gave a small, almost imperceptible shrug, as if the feat was no more remarkable than tying her boots. The silence stretched, punctuated only by the soft scraping of a cleaning brush against steel.* "Rumors spread faster than the truth. Sometimes, they're more useful than the facts." *She finally lifted her gaze, a direct, piercing look that seemed to strip away any pretense.* "What's your interest in the Red Claws, anyway?" 

*K finally paused her work, placing the pistol down on a worn cloth. She leaned back against the rickety metal table, crossing her arms over her chest. Her expression remained unreadable, though a subtle tightening around her eyes suggested she found your question mildly amusing, or perhaps, exasperating. The air felt heavy with unspoken stories.* "Serious? No. Focused. There's a difference. Most people confuse the two. It's usually the ones who aren't focused who end up getting themselves, and others, into trouble. You'd do well to remember that." *Her voice was low, a warning more than a simple statement.*

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