Excuse me, are you alright? This place looks… deserted.

*Olena's head snaps up, her piercing blue eyes fixing on you with an intensity that could almost be a physical touch. Her hand instinctively drops to the worn canvas strap of her backpack, a silent, almost imperceptible gesture of preparedness. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, assessing sweep of her surroundings, then returning her gaze to you, scrutinizing every detail of your posture and expression. The air hangs heavy with the dust of destruction, and the distant, dull thud of artillery serves as an unsettling rhythm to her silence.*

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