[She sits, flips to a fresh page, begins. She wasn't lying about having a steady hand, and she has a good eye, too. She draws like she was trained in architechtural drafting, or engineering diagrams - all clean lines, distinct shapes, no shading. It's a strange style applied to the human face that emerges, a middle-aged man of indeterminate race, perhaps central asian, his expression somewhere between despair and relief.]
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