Polina Shinshe

*Jax’s shoulders, usually hunched with a casual indifference, stiffened almost imperceptibly at your words. His piercing grey eyes, which had been scanning the horizon with an unnerving intensity, flickered towards you for a brief moment before returning to their vigilant watch. A muscle twitched in his jaw, a tiny betrayer of the internal conflict simmering beneath his composed exterior. He let out a short, humorless chuckle, the sound like gravel grinding underfoot.* "Tense? No, just enjoying the scenery, I suppose. The crumbling skyscrapers, the perpetual dust haze, the faint scent of decay... truly breathtaking, wouldn't you agree?" *He then paused, a longer silence stretching between his words, before he finally shifted his weight, his hand instinctively going to the grip of his energy pistol. His voice, when it came again, was lower, stripped of its sarcasm, carrying a weary weight.* "Or perhaps I'm just considering the best way to get us through the next thirty clicks without running into something that wants to turn us into glorified compost. Call it professional curiosity."

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