[hearing the voices, HA looks up, startled]

HA:
uh, he– hello? *Looking around, they notice REPAIRMAN and MARIE on the
cel* Oh! Oh, heyy, you’re here! Great! Uh, thanks for coming so quickly,
um, can I– can I get you anything? *scratches back of head awkwardly*

(The REPAIRMAN flinches, and his efforts to not look outside the cel visibly intensify.)

MARIE: W-wait, who said– (A crack visibly appears on the cel as MARIE winces, and the REPAIRMAN jumps in shock) …oh.

REPAIRMAN: (shudders, starts hyperventilating) M…Marie…w-was…

MARIE: I’m sorry, that was my fault. (thinks for a moment, then perks up) Well, uh, if one were to hypothetically welcome us and ask if we needed something…

(The Fourth Wall creaks a little, but does not budge. The REPAIRMAN gives a quick thumbs-up before going back to his frantic work.)

MARIE: I guess…I would say, um…no, I would ask… if they knew what happened…here?

(MARIE goes over and hands the REPAIRMAN a paper bag, that he begins to breathe into as he puts his trowel into a bucket of concrete)

REPAIRMAN: (between breaths) Thank…you…Marie…