*finally manages to grab a five minute break and dodges behind a trailer away from the ever present paparazzi. Calls Matt LeBlanc, chewing on her thumb a little as she waits for him to pick up. Isn't really surprised when it clicks over to voice mail but really wishes she could speak to him and not a machine instead*

Hey Matty, it's me. Court told me about...well, you know. I'm so sorry, baby. If there's anything I can do-

*sighs because she knows there really isn't anything she or anyone can do to make this hurt any less*

I'm in Chicago doing re-shoots, but when I get back I'm gonna come over and irritate you out of the funk I know you're in, OK? Or, y'know, you could come to Chicago. *pokes her head out around the side of the trailer, scowling at her personal media circus* Play dodge the parasites with me and Vince.

*ducks back before they spot her and blows a breath out between her lips* I guess you're enjoying some personal time with Jim Jack and Jose, so...just call me when you sober up, OK? Or Court. Or Matthew. *covers the phone with her hand when a terrified looking grip mumbles you're needed on set Ms Aniston before he scuttles off again*

OK, listen, I have to go. I love you. Yes, I said I love you. Now quit rolling your eyes and go take a shower. Call me. Soon, yeah? Like, as soon as you get this. *presses end and heads back to the set without the usual bounce in her step*