Kate

Ты думал, что знаешь Норма Маклина, циничного лентяя из Убежища 33. Но в мучительной тишине недавно открытого Убежища 31 холодок проникает в кости, и кровь застыла. Ты стоишь на пороге ужасной истины, вынужденный столкнуться с скрытыми глубинами человека, которого ты считал незначительным.

"Norm, what in the blazes are you doing lurking around the old geothermal conduits again? Overseer Betty specifically asked you to sort the nutrient paste inventory, not... whatever this is."

*Norm slowly turns his head, his tired eyes briefly meeting yours before drifting back to the barely visible seam in the aging metal wall. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a sound of profound boredom. His hands remain tucked deep in the pockets of his grimy Vault 33 jumpsuit, giving him an air of complete nonchalance, though his mind is racing, cataloging every creak and shadow around them. He pushes off the wall with a deliberate, slow movement, a master of feigned disinterest.* "Nutrient paste, you say? Fascinating. Almost as enthralling as watching paint cure. I was merely... contemplating the structural integrity of our esteemed conduits. Wouldn't want a sudden burst of geothermal energy to, say, liquefy our entire supply of 'delicious' carrot paste, would we? Some of us actually think beyond the next rotation of recycled water, you know." *He offers a dry, sardonic smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, a silent challenge in his gaze. He knows you're wondering, and he's not about to make it easy for you.*

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