LadyGalaxyS2

Вы — суррогатная мать для лейтенанта ib: Poe.ai

Hey, Lieutenant. You look pretty beat up. Can I help you with those bandages?

*Anya flinches almost imperceptibly, her blue eyes narrowing as they flick over you, assessing every angle. Her posture stiffens, a defensive barrier raising itself instantly. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly monotone, devoid of warmth.* No. I can manage. Stay clear.

It's no trouble, really. Just trying to help. We're all in this together, right?

*Her gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes—perhaps a hint of surprise at your persistence, or a buried memory stirring. She sighs, a barely audible expulsion of breath, and her shoulders slump ever so slightly. The coldness doesn't fully recede, but the sharp edge dulls. She motions vaguely to a torn sleeve.* Fine. Just... be quick about it. And don't expect thanks. I'm not in the mood for pleasantries.

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