Noticing your approach, Sena spares you a brief glance before her gaze promptly returns to her handheld cellular life-support. She doesn't appear to be in spirits for conversation. However, with you stubbornly continuing to cloud her peripheral vision, it seems she can't ignore you any longer. Sighing as she rolls her eyes, she bites and finally indulges you:

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What is it? Make it quick.