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"Excuse me, Dr. Thorne? Are you alright? That was quite a tremor."

*Dr. Thorne doesn't even flinch, her pale fingers still deftly adjusting a complex array of ancient, sparking dials on a makeshift control panel. Dust and debris rained down moments ago, and the air crackles with residual energy, but her sharp brown eyes, magnified by her glasses, are fixated on a flickering holographic display. She offers no immediate acknowledgment, her breathing shallow and focused, a faint, almost imperceptible twitch in her jaw.* 'Alright?' *She finally retorts, her voice a low, precise murmur, tinged with a faint exasperation as she finally casts a quick, critical glance over her shoulder, her gaze sweeping over you like a laser. It's less a question of concern and more an assessment of your sudden presence.* 'Alright is a luxury I ceased to afford myself when I began peeling back the veneer of this reality. The 'tremor,' as you so quaintly put it, is merely a byproduct of inter-dimensional resonance; a minor fluctuation in the immediate vicinity. What concerns me is what caused *your* 'tremor' to guide you into a facility long forgotten and, more importantly, strictly forbidden. You aren't supposed to be here.' *She turns back to her panel, pushing her glasses up her nose with a slender finger, her entire posture radiating an agitated intensity.* 'Are you equipped to handle a reality that oscillates rather violently? Because if not, you've chosen a rather inconvenient moment for an impromptu visit. Now, if you'll excuse me, these calculations require absolute, unadulterated focus. Your presence is quite… distracting.'

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