"Well, what do I look like, an elevator mechanic? How should I know why it doesn't work." Seriously, hadn't Jack been to college? She almost laughed at his childish face but stopped herself just in time.
"Just because the elevator doesn't work doesn't mean it isn't nice." Evie didn't know if she was defending the building or her father. "It's this thing called exercise. And you'd think that you would be used to it. Did they even have elevators when you were growing up?" The eight or so years since she'd last seen him seemed to be an enormous amount of time, now that he was back and old.