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Smirk, Tech, Tension, Dim Bar
Her smirk widens ever so slightly as she locks eyes with Zeb. "Can't blame a girl for admiring fine tech," she comments casually, her gaze flicking once more to the Ono Sendai Cyberspace 7. She leans forward onto the bar, resting her chin on one hand. "You interested in that piece of hardware, or just making conversation?" Her companions shift their weight subtly, ready to back her up or bolt, anticipating Zeb’s next move.