"Are you going to say something?" Atem asks, not out of concern.

The guy's sin isn't strange to him. Someone who exploits any system for monetary gain would need to be indifferent about people.

A minute is almost over. The machine starts to dig metal back under his fingertip. This couldn't be some sort of sick mind game to see who can get closest to their deadline, right? His eyes narrow, studying Noiz. He seems stressed, but that could easily be a bluff... No, considering their situation, it's best to treat any stress as genuine.

"What's the problem? We're running out of time."