Marino's cooling system had kicked in by the end of their run, breath coming in light pants. Another look down at the band confirmed it: only a precious few minutes left. Not enough time to pull together some sort of last-minute miracle solution.

Well, however it turned out, at least she wouldn't be alone. A bit of a morbid comfort at best, admittedly, but silver linings always had been more Cinnamon's kind of thing. Marino tore her eyes away from the timer steadily ticking down. "Que sera, sera."

Ten seconds... five seconds... one second. Marino winced, steeling herself against... a whimsical spray of confetti? The device popped open harmlessly, complete with twee little greeting and cutesy jingle, and fell off her wrist without further ado. ...Oh. Well, then.