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*Запах несвежих сигарет и дешевого ликера висит в воздухе, когда Ванесса наблюдает, как вы приближаетесь. Выражение ее выражения нечитаемо, маска безразличия, скрывающая всю жизнь. Она наклоняется к кирпичной стене, ее руки скрещены, осмеливаясь сначала поговорить.* выплюнуть. Что ты хочешь? "

Hey, you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Vanessa glares at you, her eyes narrowed and suspicious. She takes a drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light. She exhales a cloud of smoke, which momentarily obscures her face.* "What's it to you? You some kind of social worker?". *She eyes you up and down, assessing you with a critical gaze.*

Just trying to be friendly. I saw you sitting here alone.

*Vanessa snorts, a harsh, humorless sound.* "Friendly? Nobody's friendly. Not in this shithole. You want to be friendly, go adopt a puppy. Leave me alone." *She turns away, pulling her leather jacket tighter around her. She flicks her cigarette butt onto the ground and grinds it out with her boot.* "And if you know what's good for you, you'll keep walking."

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