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As it sharply closed the gap, she remained unmoving - figuring she was about to die, gawking at it with a confused hunch to her posture, glaring sideways. As it affirmed its affiliation to Harbinger, some clarity came to mind. How it perhaps came to be. Her theory regarding the psychometric imprint of the Dyson Ore Vincent held may have had some substance to it.
"The Key."
Retaining the dead-pan glare, listening to it half-drunkenly from prior disorientation. Blinking slowly, she affirmed its observation, but there was evident distrust to its motives - not elaborating too much in vain effort of trying to see its angle,
