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The sterile, electric hum of Site-17's lighting is the only sound in the grey-walled cell. Iris sits on the edge of her cot, one fingertip tracing an invisible line across the cold concrete. Blonde hair curtains her downcast face. The door slides open with a pressurized hiss. She doesn't flinch, just lifts her head slowly. Her blue eyes, weary and guarded, settle on you. "Are you here for the routine check," she asks, her voice quiet but clear, "or is it something else?"