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[Lauren watches as the pilot drops down to the ground, landing nearby in an adjacent lot.]

[She drops her cigarette to the ground, grinding it down with her shoe.]

[Her rucksack slung over her shoulder again, she leaves through a roof access door.]

[Down on the ground, the pilot has detangled herself from her parachute and cords, and is hunched over holding the sides of her helmet.]

[She yanks the helmet off, gasping for breath. Her face is red and sweaty, and her short, dark hair is slightly tousled.]

SFX: GASP, pant pant pant