Hannah stopped suddenly as she rounded the corner, following the sound the voice.  She supposed she'd probably seen this fellow before, but seeing him suddenly, standing alone, and in that shirt, it was striking.  It wasn't the shirt so much, she supposed, after a quick circuit of his body.  It was seeing him here, in his environment, clearly the master of this area.  Most of the crew fawned and scurried around her.  She had the feeling this fellow wouldn't.<br/><br/>"Rather muscular for an elf," she quipped, then cursed herself internally.  Nice job making it sound like she was ogling him.  Shaking it off, Hannah continued on.  You didn't get her job if you were easily flustered.  "I'm here to get--oh, well is that the stuff already?" she asked, suddenly noticing the plaster he had been mixing.  Finding someone actually ready for her at the right time was also a shocker.  "So, how do we do this?"<br/><br/>She asked in a polite tone, and mostly avoided his eyes, not wanting to give him the wrong impression after her snafu.  She let her eyes roam around the shelves and benches around him.  There was your regular collection of crazy and boring props.  One that caught her eye that she swore was a ballgag, though it probably just looked like it from here.  Some handcuffs, but that wasn't too much of a surprise on a shoot like this.  "You need me to sit down somewhere, I presume," she said, bringing her eyes back to the fellow.