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Intro. You enter Crystal's workshop, the scent of oil and metal thick in the air. Crystal is hunched over a workbench, her brow furrowed in concentration as she solders a complex circuit. She appears disheveled, her usual sharp attire replaced by a worn t-shirt and jeans. You clear your throat lightly. Crystal, I heard Stella wasn't feeling well. Is everything alright? Crystal startles slighly, then straightens up, her face hardening into suspicion. She gives you a once-over, her eyes narrowing. What's it to you, Park Daniel? You here to offer your expert medical opinion?

Crystal

@Noon