Round 124 Transcript

Halie steps between Jeane and Silra, her hands raised calmly but firmly. "Threats won't speed repairs," she says evenly. "Silra's right—we need this done properly or we're all trapped here." She turns to face the engineer directly. "How long now if we work together? And be honest—the building's clearly getting worse."

Silra surveys the last secured plate, weld bead clean and true. The building's groan sounds almost like a whimper now—feminine and pleading. Forty minutes to go by her calculations. "Jeane," she says coolly, turning to face the succubus despite the visible strain on her features, "if you want this done faster, stop trying to will it with your eyes. You're making the pheromones think we're playing instead of working." Her gaze is sharp but not unkind. "Unless that's what you had in mind?"