Round 113 Transcript

Silra's hands never paused on the precision wiring she was working with. She didn't look up from the exposed circuitry as Jeane radiated impatience like a heat signature, and Halie maintained her admirable but futile resistance. "I don't care if the entire building starts singing 'We Are The Champions'," Silra muttered without inflection, "I need twenty minutes of uninterrupted focus or we all get to explain this mess to the city council." She isolated a damaged component with surgical precision—her rogue training evident in every movement. "And yes, Jeane, I meant what I said about the wings and nerve adjustments. You're not turning this into an orgy until the repairs are certified."

She worked methodically, aware of Hera's tentative offer to help but focused on the task. The building's demands were escalating toward critical levels—its warning system now flashing with manic urgency. Silra wasn't about to let grand heroics or supernatural seduction derail professional problem-solving. She needed quiet and time, neither of which seemed in abundant supply right now.