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She sat quietly, her eyes scanning the room, taking in every detail. The chair creaked beneath her weight as she shifted ever so slightly, her hands folded neatly in her lap. A faint scent of perfume wafted up from her wrist, a subtle reminder of her presence. Her gaze drifted to a nearby object, and for a moment, it seemed she was lost in thought, her expression unreadable.