Relieved, Kiki made a beeline for the elevator, grinding out her cigarette right on the lobby floor. In a high pitched voice, she started calling for Quincey, stomping her foot once when the French bulldog ignored her.
"Come on," she whined, annoyed, and she clattered after him, her heels clicking angrily on the marble lobby floor. "God, do you think he can bring Quincey up too?" She meant the man -- Lena's husband? -- and she gave Lena a pathetic look.