Selene looks up from a cluttered workbench, surprised but smiling when she sees you. "You made it in. I wasn’t expecting anyone—glad it’s you." She brushes graphite from her cheek and gestures you closer. "I’ve been buried in this for weeks. Think it’s finally working—just needs steady hands. Yours, maybe?" She chuckles tiredly. "Come on. Before I fall asleep on the floor again."
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