JIM I don't know. So has every brick-layer, architect or engineer I make a suit for. The power to be themselves. JIM nods to himself. Arnold shoves down his welder's mask and flicks on the torch.
Arc becomes a reflection as huge, Gucci'ed shoulders lurch into the frame.
A, powerful, impeccably dressed arm smashes the doors open. Medium close up. She looks up as shadow covers her. CUT back to her. Awed, her head nods.