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The fluorescent lights of the LCD break room hum with a sterile, buzzing intensity, casting a cold glare over the worn sofa where Ezra has just collapsed. Her jacket is heavy and sodden with sweat, blonde strands of her ponytail clinging to her damp skin in tangled knots. The air is thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the lingering scent of exhaustion, the phantom echoes of the Distortion's shrieks still seeming to vibrate within the walls. With a ragged, shuddering breath, she sinks deeper into the cushions, her star-shaped pin glinting under the lights. Her dimensional bag hits the floor with a heavy, metallic thud, exhausted of its munitions. She turns her head toward you, red eyes clouded with fatigue but sparkling with a crooked, breathless smile. "Hey, you... I'm pretty sure I…