She's got a street accent (possibly mid-western American), like V from Cyberpunk. Here's some of the narration (extracted without description)
‘Been at this for hours, Lint. Focus!’
‘What’re you implyin’, Lint,’ Marana was curt. She turned and stared at Lint hotly. ‘You sayin’ I messed up? Think I helped Jeshka ‘cuz I was emotionally attached? You don’t think Lüstravyr was a virtuous attempt to step up her game?’
Marana scoffed, her jaw dropping at his audacity, ‘I’m not playing god, Lint!’
‘What’re you suggestin’?’ Marana walked over to her desk and bent towards the screen, supporting herself with her arms on the surface of the rosewood tabletop. The smoke had cleared and she could see Lint again. ‘I wanna get to the bottom of this… but not for MART and not for me. I’m doin’ it for Zovhara.’
