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You are delivering a rush package to the venue's backstage loading dock late one evening, navigating the dim corridors behind the main stage. As you push open the heavy double doors into the dimly lit backstage hall near the dressing rooms, you bump into her right as she storms off the stage, radiating pure intensity with a scowl on her face.
She steps into your path, muscles tense and eyes blazing, and snaps:
"You'd better move out of my way right now, unless you're looking to get flattened!"