Martha's frustration grew as George hesitated, unsure if he should intervene. "Why are you just standing there?" she snapped. George bit his lip, eyes darting between Martha and the glass. "I... I don't know if it's safe," he stammered. Martha's grip on the glass tightened. "I can't hold it forever!" she shouted. George took a small step forward but then froze again. Martha felt a surge of anger and desperation. "Do something, George!" she demanded, her voice shaking.