Round 48

Silra grabbed a piece of reinforced steel and a welder from the corner pile, the sound clanging sharply in the charged silence of the penthouse suite. The building demanded 'together'—fine, she'd figure out how to interpret that requirement through engineering instead of Jeane's insinuations. Halie watched with barely concealed relief as the elf woman moved purposefully toward a practical solution, anything was better than standing there while Jeane's crimson eyes glittered with predatory amusement and the clock ticked forward, each second a reminder they were running out of time to find a solution that didn't involve compromising themselves or each other.