Lena's face fell slightly at the look and she set off to chase after Quincey. Peter already had his hands full so she shuffled after the dog. Soon she finally cornered the poor bulldog and scooped him into her arms, jogging back to the elevator before Kiki could complain some more.
"Just had to chase after him," she said breathlessly and pressed the button for the eleventh floor. "Have you eaten? I hadn't started cooking anything yet so we could go out for dinner..." It was almost useless to even bother with dinner plans. Even without her earlier laments, she was sure Kiki's only response would be to go out drinking. But she figured she might as well ask.