Elodie arrives at the Pavilion with a list of b-roll goals and 25 kg of gear. A newsboy cap jammed over her hair, a press badge, and a willingness to fade into the background will hopefully get her far, especially when the news story to cover involves horses and the glittering high society showing off and admiring said horses. She carefully does not trip over an executive's indigo-feathered rooster on a leash while getting inside, so there's a possibility it even works.

Once she's there, though, she's got a list and she's going to be hammering her way down it. This is work, her immediate boss thinks she's a career threat, and her backup is eating popcorn and watching ancient, loud and badly dubbed cartoons in her earpiece. There's something here that somebody's already been put in a hospital for, she has no idea what the thing to chase is, and she's not even sure if she should be chasing it. Nothing about this sparks joy. So we're getting quick headshots and pans of people arriving, who's wearing what, the tiny horses that have managed to show off by assembling into a cheerleader's pyramid, complete with pompoms somehow, and maybe a few extra shots of the crowd in general. The sooner she's done here, the sooner she can work her way through the various exhibitions, which is likely where any investigative meat is going to come from.