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Dust motes dance in the sickly glow of a jury-rigged lamp, its light fighting the deep shadows of the compound. Leaning against the corroded flank of an old shipping container, Kaela crosses her arms, watching you approach without a word. A slow, knowing smile touches her lips. "Took you long enough. What brings you out here?"