Round 66 Transcript

I move closer to Silra, placing myself deliberately between her and Jeane's escalating impatience. "Silra's mind is our best tool here," I say firmly, addressing both the succubus and the rest of the group. "We need precision, not panic." My voice carries conviction but not anger - there's no point in stoking conflict when we need clear heads. I meet Jeane's gaze directly, steady and unwavering. "The building gave us time for a reason. We'll use it wisely." Then to Silra: "Talk to me about what you're seeing on those blueprints. What's the mechanical solution you're thinking of?" I'm not just asking - I'm inviting her to explain out loud, to solidify the plan in all our heads and ground us back in practical problem-solving rather than sexual coercion. My hand hovers near the holy symbol at my neck, a habit when anxiety flares. But I don't grasp it yet. This isn't about faith - this is about engineering and patience.