Helena couldn't say that she was surprised by the identity of her co-star, but it somehow made it even more nervous.  She wasn't sure if she was being judged, honoured, or used.  She glanced down at her clothes and decided, even if they got damaged, at least they hadn't been worn by a dozen women and covered in the semen of a dozen men.  She glanced at the apparent camera-woman, a bit surprised that it was a woman, and tried to get a read of her.  Then, with a deep breath, she nodded and left the room.<br/><br/>The urge to flee rose as she was out of the room, out of Mark's immediate vicinity, then was immediately overwhelmed by her nervous anticipation.  She gave the script one more glance, then tossed it onto a nearby shelf.  She doubted she'd get it all correct, not that she had to do much, but she also doubted that it hugely mattered.  She took another deep breath to try and calm her nerves and steady her hands, hands that didn't even shake when she battled literal gods, then turned to knock on the door.<br/><br/>"Hello!"  She said in a falsely sweet voice, masking her real emotions behind a layer of semi-competent acting, as she opened the door and stuck her head through it.  "I am here about the job?"  The rest of her body followed, and she had to fight the urge not to look at the camera, or to hyperventilate.  She joined her hands behind her back and leaned forward slightly to accentuate her breasts as she waited for a reply.