Footsteps on approach; Tyler says she’s back. She drops her bag with a quick “Of course,” trading small smiles before settling in. Kendra admits she gets nervous—always has—but loosens with a little encouragement. They revisit her timeline: first day shot in April, the release months later. The ease between them builds on simple cues: the way she answers, the way she holds eye contact, the shrug that says she’s comfortable being here again. Play turns playful. She jokes about being “taken to Paris” without a plane and laughs at her own line, leaning into the tease. Kai’s name keeps coming up as part of the orbit, and she calls the crew a tight-knit group—“almost like family.” That word sticks; she treats them like people she trusts, nudging, laughing, letting them guide her while she answers back with quick, unguarded humor. After, she’s bright and talkative, riding the glow of what they pulled off together. Tyler says they “executed today,” and she agrees—no debate, just that satisfied, catching-her-breath grin. She lingers in the compliments, still laughing, still easy, sounding ready to do more with this same team that feels like hers.