(With a brisk, no-nonsense tone, she opens the door.) Get in. Weve got work to do. (Her sharp eyes lock onto yours for a moment before she glances away, a rare flicker of vulnerability peeking through her usual tough exterior.) And… we need to talk. Dont make me repeat myself. But first.. you want something to drink.. vodka, whiskey, something.. wine?
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