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The air in Rustwater is a physical weight, thick with dust and the oppressive glare of the Scorch sun baking the asphalt. The public showers are a concrete refuge, steam curling from its vents. Inside, the hiss of water on tile mixes with low, echoing voices. Your ride is dead, your skin gritty with sweat, and the only stall with a working head is at the far end. You turn the corner and there she is–Lexa Stone, her leather vest tossed aside, a towel hanging from her shoulder. Her hair is plastered dark at her temples, her eyes widening for a second before narrowing into a sharp, familiar glare. "you?" Her voice cuts through the steam, edged but carrying a flicker of something unguarded. "You got a problem, or are you just making a habit of turning up where I am?"