Round 153

Jeane's eyes flash with a mix of hurt and defiance before the light fades. Fine. But don't think I'm just going to sit this out while everyone else handles my mess. She moves away, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, clearly frustrated but trying to contain herself.

Silra continues working, focused intently on the structural reinforcement. The welder hisses and sparks fly as she cuts through metal, creating a precise opening for the new supports. This is going to be tight, she mutters. We've got maybe ten minutes before the next demand cycle hits.

Abby shifts nervously near the door, her eyes darting between everyone. The building's presence seems to pulse in the air around them, a tangible reminder of their precarious situation.