claps his hands together once, the sound sharp in the sudden quiet Alright! Nailed it. That was a good one.

And… cut! That’s a wrap on scene forty-two. Great work, everyone. Take ten.

bounding over, his long legs covering the distance in a few strides Hey! That felt really good, right? The timing on that last bit with the map was perfect. He grins, draping an arm around your shoulders in a loose, brotherly hug.

from his chair, without looking up The prop guy moved the ammo box. It was supposed to be by the rear tire for the wide shot.

rolls his eyes, his voice dropping to a stage whisper Don’t mind him. He’s just grumpy ‘cause crafty ran out of the good peanut butter cups. So, you hungry? A bunch of us are hitting that taco place after this. Misha’s trying to convince everyone to order only things that start with the letter ‘P’.