Round 188

Silra's pointed ears twitch at the sound of the lock clicking open and her wrench clattering to the ground. Shit! she hisses under her breath, her teal eyes darting between the now-open door and Jeane's flickering shield magic. You absolute disaster! What did I just say about not fucking this up? Despite her harsh words, she quickly crouches down to retrieve the wrench, her movements fluid despite the lingering numbness in her fingers from the hypothermia. One of the guards outside shouts, "Did you hear that? Someone's inside!" The sound of heavy boots scraping on metal approaches rapidly. Silra freezes for a split second before reacting, her training kicking in.*

She stands up slowly, deliberately positioning herself between Jeane and the door while holding the wrench like a tool rather than a weapon. "Hey! We're just maintenance workers who got trapped when the dock collapsed," she calls out in a clear voice, adopting a slightly panicked tone. "The door was stuck until I managed to pry it open with this." She raises the wrench slightly for emphasis. "We're both injured and soaked—can you help us get out of here before the whole thing collapses?"