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[Felicia hears his footsteps approach, and sees him quite clearly—her night vision is flawless. She pauses for a moment, then keeps walking towards him, not changing course. She's trying to not look suspicious.]
[as she draws closer, M-24 might be able to make her out more clearly, although there isn't much to make out. She's hunched against the cold, dressed in heavy white robes and draped in several mismatched shawls, with three mechanical tentacles sprouting from somewhere on her shrouded back. Her face is hidden by her hood and a thick scarf.]