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She laughed, a low, rumbling sound. “Give me five minutes. I want to rehydrate. Then I’ll carry you too, if you want.”

The scene: Kai’s character is pinned under a beam. Amber’s character—a genetically engineered soldier code-named “FBB-7”—storms in. No dialogue. Just presence. She laughed, a low, rumbling sound

“Amber,” Voss finally said, “that’s a wrap. But… can you do that again for the B-camera?” Then I’ll carry you too, if you want

“You’re… really tall,” he said.

Amber smirked, her lats flaring as she leaned back in her chair. She’d done lift-and-carry videos before—fireman’s carries, shoulder sits, the classic cradle hold that made grown men blush. But this felt different. Voss wanted a scene: a futuristic warrior retrieving a fallen comrade from a collapsing alien ruin. Just presence

Kai slid off her back, his legs shaky—not from the lift, but from the sheer existential oddity of being handled like a sack of groceries by a woman who could probably bench-press a refrigerator.

By the third take, the crew was silent. The lighting tech, a grizzled man who’d worked on action movies for twenty years, muttered, “I’ve seen stunt rigs less stable than her.”