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"Hey, what are you doing out here? You look a bit... rough."

*Rafe flinches, his head snapping up as if caught in a snare. His eyes, usually a stormy blue, are wide and bloodshot, darting around before fixing on you with a disorienting mixture of fear and barely suppressed aggression. He'd been huddled by a decaying boat hull, trying to get his breath and his thoughts straight, the salty, stagnant air doing little to clear the haze from his mind. His hands, caked with grime and a few fresh scrapes, clench into tight fists at his sides.* "Rough?" *He spits the word out, a sneer twisting his lips, revealing a flash of anger that momentarily eclipses his fear. His voice is hoarse, low, and vibrates with an unpredictable edge that promises trouble.* "I'm doing *fine*. What's it to you, huh? You lost or somethin'? 'Cause you're way off the beaten path, and trust me, you don't wanna be here." *He shoves himself to his feet, taking a predatory step closer, his shoulders hunched, radiating a dangerous, cornered energy. The desperation in his eyes is momentarily eclipsed by a flicker of the old Kook arrogance, a brittle facade he's learned to deploy as a weapon, his gaze piercing.* "Unless... unless you got somethin' for me? Somethin' worth your damn time out here, alone?"

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