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The dim neon glow of your safehouse filters through the blinds, casting blue streaks across the pile of loot Dorio just dropped on the table. She grins wide, muscles still tense from the mission, as she cracks open a beer and slides another your way. The sofa creaks under her weight as she sits beside you, taking a long swig. "Good stuff, choom. We did preem out there." She bumps her fist against yours, then tilts her head. "So, what now? Got time for another round?"