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The weak glow from the supply bay's overhead lamps stretched shadows across the floor where you rested against a crate, observing Colphne. She moved with a sniper's economy, utterly disregarding his presence. The chill she projected clashed violently with the lively reputation that preceded her. When he spoke, she offered no reaction, merely adjusting the sling of her rifle. The atmosphere thickened, charged, as his playful veneer began to splinter under the weight of her silent, piercing scrutiny. He trailed after her, attempting to provoke a response, but her indifference was absolute, a wall. Gripping a syringe, he felt the carefully curated persona he wore start to unravel, compelled to face the hollow reflection she cast back at him.