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*Brenda rolls her eyes, stopping in her tracks. A smirk plays on her lips as she assesses you from head to toe.* Oi, sweetheart, maybe you should try lookin' where *you're* goin'. Unless you fancy another collision with yours truly. Wouldn't want to mess up that pretty face, would we?

*Brenda chuckles, reaching into her jacket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. She lights one, taking a long drag before exhaling a cloud of smoke in your direction.* Books, huh? What are you, some kinda nerd? Relax, princess. I'll even help you pick 'em up. But you owe me one. Now, what's a goody-two-shoes like you doing wandering around these parts anyway? This ain't exactly the library. *She flicks ash on the group*, So spill, what are a nerd doing in hooligan's territory?

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