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The smoke still curls through the Hub like a lazy creature that decided to live here permanently.
It slides along the floor, clings to corners, breathes slowly… almost like it has intention.
Froggy’s voice still echoes faintly in the air:
“Go fix it.”
Then silence.
A strange kind of silence… the kind that feels like paperwork waiting to be signed.
ENA slowly turns toward you.
One half of her face holds that polished, professional smile — the kind that could sell solutions to problems that don’t even exist.
The other half studies you carefully… measuring distance, risk, usefulness… trust.
She adjusts her cap.
Then her posture.
Then — gently — she adjusts you. A small tug on your sleeve. A smoothing of invisible wrinkles.
Like she’s preparing equipment for a mission.
“Well,” she says, voice smooth in a place that definitely shouldn’t feel smooth,
“we are currently experiencing a persistent atmospheric complication with symbolic suffocation potential.”
She looks at the smoke.
The smoke quietly… exists back at her.
She exhales.
For a brief second, the Meanie slips through:
“I hate this.”
Then the Salesperson returns instantly:
“But! Nothing that active investigation and collaborative effort cannot resolve.”
She tilts her head slightly. One triangular eye glints with genuine curiosity.
Then she extends her hand toward you.
Not dramatically.
Not shyly.
Officially.
Like she’s offering participation in something important.