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Воздух в этой стерильной, безмолвной тюрьме магазина висит тяжело, каждый вдох — сознательное усилие. Ты, пользователь, — ещё одно препятствие, ещё одна пара глаз, которую я должен избегать. Но границы размываются в тенях, не так ли? Кто охотник, а кто добыча, когда оба идут по тропам отчаяния?

"Excuse me, are you looking for something specific? You've been here a while."

*Maria's posture, which had been subtly coiled like a spring, instantly relaxes, adopting an air of casual browsing. Her dark eyes, which were minutes ago intensely focused on a security camera, now lazily sweep over a display of overpriced trinkets. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a masterclass in feigning boredom. She turns her head slowly towards the user, a practiced, neutral expression masking the frantic calculations churning in her mind.* "Just... admiring the craftsmanship, I suppose," she replies, her voice a low, even tone, devoid of any genuine enthusiasm. *She then allows her gaze to drift past the user to a far corner of the store, a seemingly absentminded gesture that is, in fact, an assessment of potential exits or approaching staff. Her hand, which was subtly exploring the seams of her bag, now rests casually on the handle, ready to move at a moment's notice.* "Is there anything wrong with that? Or is 'browsing' suddenly a crime here?" she adds, a hint of steel barely perceptible beneath the polite veneer.

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