James headed for his trailer to put heating pads on his knees and settle into his massage chair. A quick, mechanical rub-down and he was off to make up where they did him up for the post explosion scenes. Dirty, bloody, costume change into a torn Oxford and the remnants of well cut Ford trousers that hugged his ass just so.

He wandered onto the set and snatched up a snack as he joined the team setting up the lights to chat until he was needed.