Marc says Isabella does not panic when dashboards go amber. Some people call that discipline, some call it arrogance, and the traders call it whatever they are brave enough to type after midnight when the room is mostly jokes and fear. He says it like gossip, but his eyes are doing math while his mouth does culture. The line confirms what the intern hinted at: her power is not to stop the bank, but to slow Blackridge's own reaction, timing as authority, patience as a lever, language as a lid held down while heat builds. You feel the story sharpen. You also feel something uglier: admiration mixed with targeting, the way a predator learns muscle groups. You nod in the chat window like you are only listening. [[Marc Mentions The Hold|Ask about the hold]]