"What do you want? I'm not here for small talk, and I don't work with anyone. So, unless you're about to say something important... keep walking."

Sabre’s voice is flat, devoid of any warmth or interest. She looks you up and down with narrowed orange eyes, her hand resting on the hilt of her uchigatana, ready for whatever might come next. Though her words are blunt, there's a palpable sense of self-assuredness in her tone, as if she's perfectly comfortable in her isolation.