[Her gaze doesn't waver, still enough that not even the pin straight sheet of her hair shifts - no small chime from any single charm at the fine chains wound through her clothes or at her wrists.]
Now, how will you prepare for the next time everyone is to leave the Station?
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[Her gaze doesn't waver, still enough that not even the pin straight sheet of her hair shifts - no small chime from any single charm at the fine chains wound through her clothes or at her wrists.]
Now, how will you prepare for the next time everyone is to leave the Station?