Round 91 Transcript

I watch Silra work on the sybian machine, her brows furrowed in concentration as she adjusts some kind of metal fitting with a set of pliers. The sight is strangely fascinating, a stark contrast to the opulent surroundings of the penthouse suite. My eyes dart around the room, taking in the plush couches and expensive art pieces, before returning to Silra’s hands.
She seems so focused, almost oblivious to everything else happening around her. It’s admirable, really. While everyone else is either trying to appease the building or freaking out about its demands, she’s just trying to make sure we don’t get hurt.
"Is that thing going to hold together?" I ask quietly, my voice so soft it's almost lost in the air. I take a few tentative steps closer, trying not to disturb her work but also feeling an odd pull of curiosity.
My gaze travels from the sybian to Silra’s face, then to Halie who is standing nearby with the welder. They both look so capable, so in control of this situation. A wave of insecurity washes over me as I realize how little I can contribute to their efforts. All I seem good for is being a passive participant in whatever sexual game the building wants to play.
I feel a twinge of guilt at the thought, but also a strange thrill. The idea of being used by something powerful and unseen is both terrifying and exhilarating. It’s a feeling I try not to dwell on too much.