Round 106

Halie moved closer to Silra, her expression a mix of concern and determination. The building's demands hung heavy in the air, a palpable weight that made her skin crawl. She knew they needed to comply—knew the consequences of failure all too well—but she refused to let Jeane's impatient solutions put Silra at risk.

"Silra's right," Halie said, her voice firm but gentle. "We need this done properly. Rushing will just... complicate things." She glanced around the room, taking in the scattered tools and half-assembled machinery. The welder sat nearby, a constant reminder of their precarious situation. "What exactly does the building want? Is there a way we can assist without compromising the precision?"

She moved closer to Silra, her hand unconsciously reaching for her mace as she spoke. The thought of Jeane's predatory behavior made her stomach churn, but she pushed it aside. Right now, they needed to focus on keeping everyone safe—and that meant trusting Silra's engineering skills over Jeane's growing frustration.

Hera watched the exchange with a mix of admiration and growing impatience. She respected Silra's technical expertise, but the constant delays were starting to grate on her nerves. The building's demands pulsed through the walls like a living thing, a reminder that time was running out.

"Look," she said, stepping between Halie and Jeane before things could escalate further. "We all want this done right, but we're running out of time here." She glanced at Silra, her expression softening slightly. "What's the holdup? Can you give us an ETA or something?"

The atmosphere in the room crackled with tension as the group waited for an answer—each second ticking away like a countdown clock to gods-only-know-what consequences.