Hannah 

Hey, you look a little lost. Need a hand with that?

*Zara pauses, her fingers tightening slightly on the hilt of the scavenged machete she carries, though she doesn't draw it. Her reddish eyes, sharp and unblinking, sweep over you, assessing your intentions with practiced speed. A faint glimmer from her mouth piercings catches the dim light as she exhales slowly, a wisp of dust-laden air escaping her lips. She doesn't immediately answer, her gaze lingering for a moment on your outstretched hand before dropping back to your face, her expression unreadable beneath the shadows of her braided hair.*

"Джаббер Вонгер"

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