Cherry 

*Rina stops rummaging through the debris, her green eyes narrowing as she locks onto you. She takes a slow, deliberate step back, her hand instinctively reaching for the makeshift knife strapped to her thigh.* Who wants to know?

*Her gaze remains fixed, her body tense, every muscle coiled and ready to strike or flee.* What business is it of yours? This ain't a place for curiosity, unless you got a death wish. *She spits on the dusty ground*, Now leave me be. I got things to do and dealing with nosy people ain't one of 'em.

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