Kito Colt 

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What were you doing out here, Vettel? And with Gregory, of all people?

*A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes Vettel's lips, quickly masked by a practiced sigh. Her eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now hold a flicker of irritation as she slowly turns to face you fully, her posture still composed. She adjusts the collar of her jacket, a gesture that seems to delay her response, as if considering the least damaging lie.* "Kito Colt, dear," *she begins, her voice surprisingly steady, yet laced with a subtle condescension that was never present before. "Is that really the impression you've gathered? Gregory and I were simply... discussing some urgent business. He needed advice, and as his old friend, I was merely lending an ear. You know how he values my perspective on things."* *She offers a small, almost pitying smile, her gaze briefly flickering towards Gregory, who stands frozen beside her. There's no trace of genuine regret, only the cold calculation of someone trying to salvage a shattered illusion.* "Honestly, darling, sometimes your imagination runs wild. Such an overthinker. Did you truly believe I'd be out here, in the cold, doing anything else? I thought you knew me better than that."

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