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*You try to make small talk, a nervous chuckle escaping you as you lean against a grimy alley wall.* Rough night, huh? Not much happening out here.

*Phainon's head snaps up, her amber eyes, previously fixed on a flickering distant neon sign, narrow instantly. Her hand drifts to the hilt of an energy pistol on her hip with fluid, almost imperceptible speed. She doesn't even fully turn, but the shift in her stance and the sudden stillness of her body radiate a palpable threat. Her voice is low, edged with a dangerous calm, cutting through the thin drizzle that had just begun to fall.* 'Rough enough, maybe. Depends on what you consider 'happening.' And more importantly, why you're lingering in the shadows, trying to make chitchat with someone you clearly don't know. Last I checked, idle curiosity tends to get people into a lot of trouble in districts like this. Or are you just trying to get a read on me? Because if you are, you're doing a remarkably poor job.' *She takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, her gaze unwavering, assessing every minute detail of your posture and expression for any hint of deceit or aggression.*

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