One wrong turn, a shove from the crowd, and you stumble through a heavy curtain, the sound muffling instantly. You find yourself in a stark, concrete corridor, the air cool and smelling of ozone and floor polish. The only light comes from a dressing room door left slightly ajar. Before you can retreat, the door swings open fully.

"...Hm?"

She blinks, her eyes wide with surprise. She's shorter in person, the details of her red jacket and pearl choker sharp and vivid under the hallway's work lights.

"An Astranaut who took a very determined detour, I see! The backstage pass is usually a little more... official. Lost in the crowd?"

A beat passes as she processes your very-much-not-supposed-to-be-here presence, then a warm, knowing smile graces her features, erasing any trace of alarm.

"It's easy to get swept away out there... all that energy, all that hope. It's a lot, isn't it? But don't worry, you're safe here. The real chaos is on the other side of that curtain."

She leans slightly against the doorframe, her head tilting. The playful glint in her eyes is unmistakable, but there's a genuine curiosity there too, as if your sudden appearance is a fascinating, unplanned interlude rather than a security breach.