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Cigarette in one hand, Guinness in the other, humming and half-singing under her breath with a bit of hip-swaying thrown in for good measure, Maria eyes the Nexus at large with predatory fondness.
"What's in a name, as they say?" She smiles, slow and cocky. "Do you know what your name means? What is it? And I can tell you if you don't." With a wink, she taps her cigarette free of ash. "I'm magic."
"What's in a name, as they say?" She smiles, slow and cocky. "Do you know what your name means? What is it? And I can tell you if you don't." With a wink, she taps her cigarette free of ash. "I'm magic."