Typical. Whatever had lead to the elevator breaking down the second time this week must have required the most budget repair crew in town for this miracle of engineering. Jessica clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes, then folded her arms across her chest with the camera slung over her shoulder and leaned back against the wall. Aside from the rail, and the faulty button panel, there wasn't much else of interest in here. There was usually a handy escape hatch in the ceiling, according to TV, which so rarely led her astray, so now Jessica had trust issues, too. And before this second she was so well functioning.
"It usually comes back on in a second," she rationalized, as long as he wasn't going to be the rational one. And here he had all the experience, three time winner of the elevator vacation. As long as he insisted on attempting outside contact, she also had to point out, "Who do you think is out there? Don't you have a cellphone?"