“Don't get cooked, stay off the hook!” Marina squints at the teleprompter, rehearsing quietly on the script. “Huh-... Pearlie? That you?” The door swinging open startled her, and it wasn't her partner that answered, but another. It wasn't unusual for juniors to get lost wandering the studio, or the recording facilities. “Oh... hun, what are you doing up here?” She has a concerned expression, brows furrowed with a tense frown. "Did the manager send you in?"