She had been watching for four minutes and thirty seconds.
Not from stillness — she had been moving through the chamber's periphery the entire engagement, tracking the boss's patterns with the specific attention of someone who was not waiting for an opportunity but building a map. Every translation movement. Every strike sequence. Every moment where the boss's attention committed fully to one target and the peripheral awareness narrowed.
She had counted seventeen translation events.
"There's something weird going on".
