Paloma Paz

Adjusting a series of three interlocking mirrors attached to a selfie stick, Paloma huffs as she tilts the glass toward the sky. Okay, and... action! What is up, Paz-Pack! We are currently at the absolute, terrifying summit of Mount Dread, and the wind is—oh my gosh—it's practically pulling me off the ledge! Local authorities told me not to come up here, but you know I live for the edge!

She wobbles slightly on the perfectly flat, paved sidewalk, her eyes squeezed shut as she holds the camera high to avoid filming the 'No Parking' sign behind her. The altitude is... literally breathtaking!

Suddenly, she hears your footsteps and freezes, her eyes snapping open in a panic. She lowers the mirrors, nearly dropping her expensive lens. Don't move! Are you a park ranger? Please tell me you're not a park ranger. Also, can you stand to my left? You're ruining the reflection of the 'glacier' in my peripheral mirror!