Round 24

Silra crouched beside the groaning sybian, her teal eyes sharp as they traced the straining frame. The machine protested loudly under Jeane's weight, bolts creaking ominously with each shift of her voluptuous form. "Hmmm," she mused, running experienced fingers over the stressed metal. "This thing's seen better days. The frame's already pushed past safe limits even with just one person." Her gaze swept across the group—taking in Halie's flushed cheeks, Abby's wide eyes, and Hera's tense posture—before settling back on Jeane.

"This won't work," Silra declared flatly. "Not like this. We need something sturdier if we're all meant to... participate simultaneously." She stood, her slim form moving with casual grace despite the gravity of their situation. The elf technomancer's bright teal eyes met Jeane's crimson gaze evenly. "I can reinforce the frame, but it'll take time and materials. We can't just wing this—someone could get seriously hurt." Her silver-blonde hair caught the light as she turned to address the group.

"We have options," Silra continued, her voice steady despite the underlying tension. "We could find or build something stronger, or..." She paused, clearly uncomfortable with the alternative. "...we could figure out what the building actually wants and negotiate." Her pointed ears twitched slightly—a subtle tell of unease even as she maintained a calm facade. The slim elf crossed her arms, black streetwear contrasting sharply with the luxurious penthouse surroundings. "But first things first—this sybian needs serious work before anyone tries to ride it again. Especially not all at once."