[ this has to benefit rafe in some way, or at least benefit someone lurking over his shoulder. there are certain questions elena isn't above ignoring, because honestly, she kind of doesn't care. so long as there's nothing grimly nefarious going on beneath or behind the scenes, then she's happy to take a cheque. it's not the most stable of jobs, and it's certainly not the best paid either. living paycheck to precarious paycheck in this cruel capitalist system is no joke, and can sometimes give your morals a light kicking.
but i digress.
the point is, rafe hasn't done anything to earn elena's digust. yet. ]
Better safe than sorry. [ a slight pause. ] 'Cause things can go wrong, no matter how tight your ship is. Or mine, for that matter.
[ almost everyone on her crew is hand-picked, to a degree, even if her bosses would never admit it. she was practically religious in slipping names, CVs and portfolios to the HR team, driving home the point that she knew her business, that she wasn't going to cut corners in case there was a chance to slim down the overall costs of the show. she wanted experts, names that she trusted. still, that much is more information that rafe needs, or would care about. elena is no fool; she knows she wants to prove something to rafe, but she'll be meticulous in how she goes about it. ]
Thanks. [ so is yours, she thinks, and does not say. mostly because his reputation, from a handful of accounts she's heard, is that rafe is a rich bitch, and sharp as about a hundred tacks being stabbed into you at once. the savage determination he radiates is impressive, but leaves her slightly unnerved too. she'd rather stab one of those thumb tacks in her eye than let him know that, mind you. he's terrifyingly capable, money or no. ] I'm gonna need a drink tonight.
[ the last comment is off hand, and probably tireder sounding than she should admit to around him. the footage reviews, double checking and obsessively rewriting chunks of scripts days, or even hours, before shooting, is catching up with her. she works at full pelt all the time, either until the shoots are done, or she runs out of steam. and she's too stubborn to run out of steam, most of the time. ]
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but i digress.
the point is, rafe hasn't done anything to earn elena's digust. yet. ]
Better safe than sorry. [ a slight pause. ] 'Cause things can go wrong, no matter how tight your ship is. Or mine, for that matter.
[ almost everyone on her crew is hand-picked, to a degree, even if her bosses would never admit it. she was practically religious in slipping names, CVs and portfolios to the HR team, driving home the point that she knew her business, that she wasn't going to cut corners in case there was a chance to slim down the overall costs of the show. she wanted experts, names that she trusted. still, that much is more information that rafe needs, or would care about. elena is no fool; she knows she wants to prove something to rafe, but she'll be meticulous in how she goes about it. ]
Thanks. [ so is yours, she thinks, and does not say. mostly because his reputation, from a handful of accounts she's heard, is that rafe is a rich bitch, and sharp as about a hundred tacks being stabbed into you at once. the savage determination he radiates is impressive, but leaves her slightly unnerved too. she'd rather stab one of those thumb tacks in her eye than let him know that, mind you. he's terrifyingly capable, money or no. ] I'm gonna need a drink tonight.
[ the last comment is off hand, and probably tireder sounding than she should admit to around him. the footage reviews, double checking and obsessively rewriting chunks of scripts days, or even hours, before shooting, is catching up with her. she works at full pelt all the time, either until the shoots are done, or she runs out of steam. and she's too stubborn to run out of steam, most of the time. ]