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Najima's eyes trained across the room. From the hall on the opposite end of the control room, following the new girl and Priya, a tall man with olive skin and a thick, black, scraggly beard entered the room. The others nodded as he approached Najima and looked her over. He had a gaze like granite, his cheeks decorated with scars, and his body was well built, his arms looking as hard as the cave’s walls.
"You look even smaller up close, kid,” he said, in his deep, gruff voice. “Not exactly what I expected when I was told you saved my friends.”
"I can hold my own," Najima returned with a grin, no hesitation in her voice. "Are you the boss man, then?"
He returned her grin. "My name is Otto al-Kara, and this is my little group of heroes. What's your name?"
"Najima Dezetoiles."
"How does it feel to be hanging around with a group of terrorists?"
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