"Audrey," she introduced, for the benefit of the ones she hadn't met previously. Gemma didn't seem particularly put out by the thought of a two-hour endurance test, and Audrey guessed she was some sort of dancer or gymnast like herself when she saw the blonde start stretching. She didn't think Roman would have much of an issue with it either; he was tall, sure, but he had quite a bit of core strength that would make it easier for him. And he could always crouch to lower his center of gravity, if the height was a problem. It was mostly Edwin and the other woman that Audrey pegged as failing first. She really hoped at least one of them would have terrible balance; watching someone fall off their post repeatedly would make the two hours positively fly by.
She took care to warm up her calves and quads well before picking a center pole; planting her palms on top, she jumped and pushed with her arms until her elbows locked, braced with her hips at the top of the pole. A little swing of her legs for extra momentum as she drew her feet up and she was done, crouched atop the pole like it was only a step up instead of something just under her own height. "Come on," she said with a grin for the rest of the group. "It's positively roomy up here. We'll stand around for a bit, tell some jokes maybe, and before you can say Bob's your uncle, we'll be done." Her goal was to adopt an attitude of relentless cheer and optimism for this test; she could imagine nothing more irritating than having your own personal cheerleader as you ate mat repeatedly. Maybe this wasn't a direct contest between the five of them, but she was competitive by nature and had plans to win.