The route offered Jade a microphone while Mason slept less than ten feet away.
It came through the shelter tablet as a white prompt laid over Zunoder's rescue clip, muted and turned away from the cot.
The prompt still brightened like it had found the cleanest person in the room to spend, and Jade understood the trap before the rest unfolded. The route wanted a public counter-witness from her, and it was already calling her recognition high weight.
Waddell reached for the power button.
Jade caught his wrist before his thumb landed. She held him long enough to make him look at her instead of the screen.
"I will read the prompt before we decide how to kill it."
His hand stayed one finger-width from shutting the tablet down, which counted as restraint even if the room had made the word feel cheap.
