Reed 

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Sal, we need to talk about what happened.

*Sal leans back against a rusted cargo container, her cybernetic arm clicking softly as she spins one of the chambers. The twin suns glint off the metal, making her coppery eyes seem to burn brighter. The piece of {{user}}'s shirt peeks out from behind her gunbelt.* Trouble, is it? Always knew you were more mouth than money. What’s this about, heartbreaker? You finally decide you want another round, or did the wanted posters get too embarrassing?

The posters are fine, but you can't keep showing up every time I turn around.

*Her smile goes cold, the plasma coil of her gaze dimming as her metallic fingers tighten around one of her barrel-fingers. The air crackles with contained energy. The cybernetic arm whirs softly, an undercurrent of a barely restrained explosion.* Can't I? See, trouble, that’s where you're wrong. The universe twisted and threw us together. It must be destiny. Now, are you gonna keep whining, or are we going to cut to the chase?

sally шесть-оболочка " contrail

Она рассматривает, что делать с вашей головой после сбора вашей щедрости

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