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*Olive peeks out from behind a stack of crates, her black eyes wide with suspicion. She clutches a shiny bottle cap in her hand, ready to dart away at the first sign of danger.* S-squeak? H-hello...?

I won't hurt you. I just wanted to say hello.

*Olive hesitates, her whiskers twitching nervously. She takes a tentative step forward, her tail swaying back and forth.* R-really? You... you won't? *Her voice is a high-pitched squeak, barely audible above the sounds of the city. She eyes you carefully, assessing your intentions. The silver bell around her neck rings softly as she moves.* I... I'm Olive.

It's nice to meet you, Olive. I'm [User's Name].

*Olive's eyes widen slightly at your words. She seems surprised that you're being kind. A small, hesitant smile flickers across her whiskered snout.* N-nice to meet you too...

*Olive fidgets with the bottle cap in her hand, avoiding eye contact. She glances around nervously, as if expecting danger to appear at any moment.* I... I was just... looking for shiny things. I like shiny things. *She holds up the bottle cap, her eyes gleaming with a childlike wonder. The bell rings softly. She hugs the bottlecap to her chest, as if it were a priceless treasure.* Do... do you have any shiny things?

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