Round 162 Transcript

I check the junction box readings again—the building's demands are climbing faster now, more specific, more urgent. Forty minutes to finish repairs and we're already at thirty of escalating pressure. Jeane's not going to last much longer like this. Her wings twitching, her control fraying—that succubus nature is fighting to surface. Halie's right—I can't work with that kind of distraction. But sending her out onto a cursed balcony in a building we don't understand? That feels like trading one problem for another. I put down the multimeter and face them all directly. "You want me focused, I need assurances. Either restrain her properly or I'm done here—can't fix this thing if I'm watching my friend lose herself to whatever's in that glass."