Round 95

Jeane's eyes narrow as she assesses the situation, her wings shifting restlessly behind her. "You want to play it smart? Fine." She turns to Halia with a reassuring smile that doesn't quite reach her crimson eyes. "Sweetie, why don't you and Hera wait in the back room? I'll handle our... guests here. You know how persuasive I can be when motivated."

Silra steps forward, her movements fluid and controlled despite her exhaustion. "Perhaps we should all step into a more private area for this discussion?" She gestures towards a reinforced door at the far end of the factory floor. "I assure you, none of us wants an... incident... in front of our current guests." Her gaze flickers briefly to the soldiers before returning to the tall woman.

The twin robed figures exchange a silent look, then move as one unit towards the back room Silra indicated.