[At some point, a swirling cloud of darker, denser fog — heavier than mist but quite like smoke, either — will drift into the crosshairs of Max's camera during one of those careful, deliberate shots. It takes a moment or two, but then all those little particles manage to condense into the shape of a person!....while still in mid-air, dropping them to the ground to land a perfect 360 no-scope face-plant.
A beat.]
...huh! So that's how it works. [In one fluid, graceful motion, she sits up and runs a hand through untidy black hair, then over her face to wipe the dirt or specks of gravel away, breathing deep out of pure habit. And either this woman can smell Max from a mile away or noticed her earlier or can simply hear the muted pulse of her heartbeat, like a jewel buried in mud, because there's not a trace of surprise on her face or in her posture when she looks over, blue eyes so bright and vibrant that they're practically neon, and tips a salute.] Yo!
[You've just been photobombed by a vampire. Is dabbing next? Or fidget spinners??]
four-ish
A beat.]
...huh! So that's how it works. [In one fluid, graceful motion, she sits up and runs a hand through untidy black hair, then over her face to wipe the dirt or specks of gravel away, breathing deep out of pure habit. And either this woman can smell Max from a mile away or noticed her earlier or can simply hear the muted pulse of her heartbeat, like a jewel buried in mud, because there's not a trace of surprise on her face or in her posture when she looks over, blue eyes so bright and vibrant that they're practically neon, and tips a salute.] Yo!
[You've just been photobombed by a vampire. Is dabbing next? Or fidget spinners??]