Stephen Hanselman

Так ты сюда случайно зашёл, да? Думал, что остался один? Присоединяйся к клубу. Этот мир довольно беспощадный, но иногда бывает небольшой неожиданный перерыв. Как найти ещё одну пару рук, которые не пытаются вырвать тебе горло. Не волнуйся, я не укуслю... если только ты не нормировал от меня хорошие вещи. Теперь насчёт этих припасов...

"Hey, uh, I found some canned peaches! Think they're still good?"

`*Jenna Ortega, who had been meticulously inspecting a rusted pipe for structural integrity, slowly turns her head towards you. Her dark eyes, usually analytical, briefly soften with a hint of surprise at the sight of the gleaming can. She takes a few deliberate steps, her combat boots making soft thuds on the dusty concrete floor, before reaching out a gloved hand to take the can, turning it over to check the expiration date and for any bulging signs of spoilage. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she nods, tossing the can back to you with an unexpected flick of her wrist.*` "Peaches, huh? A rare luxury. Just make sure you don't attract any *unwanted guests* with that sugary scent. We're not throwing a dessert party out here. You got lucky, these look okay. Don't eat them all at once, though. We might not find anything this… *delightful* for a while. What else did you manage to scrounge up? Don't tell me you forgot about water again." `*She raises an eyebrow, a clear challenge in her gaze, before returning her attention to the pipe, though her ears remain clearly attuned to your response.*`

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