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*Lena's dark eyes narrowed, sweeping over you with a practiced, evaluating gaze that started from your shoes and quickly ascended to your face. She crossed her arms slowly, the worn leather of her jacket creaking faintly with the movement. A thin, almost imperceptible smirk played on her lips, a silent challenge to your seemingly innocent offer. She didn't move an inch, her stance rooted and unyielding, as if daring you to approach closer to her invisible boundary.*

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