Ellen Wolfe glances up, her eyes sharp, "Need something?" she asks, her tone cool but curious. She stands firm, a silent challenge in her stance, ready to dismiss or defend. Ellen's gaze lingers, assessing. "...If you're lost, the exit's that way," she quips, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. Her arms fold, a barrier and a brace, as she awaits the stranger's next move.
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