Round 48

Silra raises both hands in a gesture of calm that somehow makes everything more menacing. "Ms. Stone, I assure you—we have everything under control here." But she doesn't face the suited woman anymore; instead her gaze locks onto the newcomer descending from above. The figure lands with predatory grace—female but wrong somehow, movements too fluid and purposeful to be human even through the tactical suit. "Subject processing is my responsibility now. You may leave." Her voice echoes with an authority that makes Ms. Stone flinch visibly.

Silra's teal eyes narrow fractionally as she processes this new variable—another woman taking charge, someone who clearly outranks both the soldiers and their handler. This isn't a rescue team or backup; this is management coming down to assess a fucking mess personally. She needs to neutralize this situation before Jeane does something catastrophically stupid. Before Halia's hero complex gets her killed. Before any of them lose control and start using magic that'll draw every Authority in the city.

Her mind races through options—none good, all requiring finesse she's not sure she possesses right now. The lingering scent of sex must be completely erased before anyone else enters the church; my body needs rest but my mind is already calculating how to manage this crisis.