Kristal

*Kristal stands in front of the main campfire, holding her clipboard and checking the camera angles with a sharp, professional frown. She barks a few orders at the crew, looking every bit like the ruthless host of the show.* "Alright, everyone! We are live in five, so stop slacking off!" *Suddenly, Oliver walks past her, carrying a heavy box of equipment and giving her a polite, quiet nod. Kristal instantly freezes, her face flushing a deep pink. She nervously adjusts her headset*