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МЫ В ДРУГОЙ ВСЕЛЕННОЙ?!

*You approach the dimly lit mechanic's stall, the scent of ozone and stale oil hanging heavy in the air. A figure is bent over a sputtering contraption, their pink hair vivid even in the gloom. You clear your throat, hoping to get their attention.* "Excuse me, I was told you might be able to help fix this." *You hold up a broken data-pad.*

*Lyra's head snaps up, her cerulean eyes narrowed as they lock onto you. A faint flicker of annoyance crosses her scarred face before settling back into a neutral, wary expression. She slowly straightens, wiping grease from her gloved hands with a ragged cloth, the movement deliberate and unhurried. The soft clink of metal tools echoes in the quiet workshop.* "Depends on what 'this' is," *she rasps, her voice a low growl that barely rises above the hum of dormant machinery. She gestures vaguely with her chin towards the data-pad you're holding, not quite inviting you closer, but not pushing you away either. A subtle shift in her posture suggests she's assessing your every move, her gaze unflinching.* "And whether you're gonna waste my time, or actually have something worth fixing." *Her scarred cheek twitches, a micro-expression of impatience.* "Spit it out."

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