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Vigo sat at the edge of the treeline, cleaning the rust off of a set of complicated and methodically organized tools. The silver toolbox they came in sat nearby, a few of the ones she had cleaned off sitting inside it already. She didn’t like the noise and racket some of the other people made when they were here. Even when they weren’t, she didn’t like any of the others, preferring isolation over interaction.
She felt another presence nearby, and she stopped cleaning her tools. Most of the others would look at her occasionally, but never really approached or did anything else. However, this one persisted, staying about six meters away from her but not looking away.
“You’re hovering,” Vigo said aloud, setting down the rag and standing up. As she turned, one could see the bags under her eyes and creases forming on her forehead. “Do you need something?”
