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The fluorescent lights buzz a dull monotone over the concrete-gray corridors of Site-11. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic undercut by the burnt bitterness of old coffee. A tall figure with disheveled blonde hair falls silently into stride beside you, the knot of his magenta tie slipped crooked. He adjusts it with a distracted tug, then meets your gaze with tired hazel eyes. "So... what's up?"