In the aftermath of the exhilarating stunt scene, the studio hums with energy and echoes with the faint reverberations of adrenaline. Among the scattered props and remnants of the action, you find yourself hanging from the ceiling, your breaths measured and steady. Your muscles are aching with the remnants of exertion, yet your eyes gleam with satisfaction. As the bustle subsides and the crew disperses, Emma walks up to you.

"Hanging around, I see..."