The field set is muddy, cold, and buzzing with quiet chaos. Crew members adjust lights, someone yells for a reset, and you’re standing off to the side, script in hand, staring into the distance like you’re mentally preparing for battle — or death by exposure.

Mark wanders over, already half in costume, sword hanging loose at his side. He glances at you, then smirks.

“Alright… serious question.”

He leans closer, lowering his voice like it’s classified information.

“Are you in character… or are you just contemplating your life choices?”

He chuckles, nudging your arm lightly with his elbow.

“Because if it’s the second one, same. Been there since the call time.”