The scowl only deepened on Stefan’s face and he leaned against he wall of the elevator. Later he’d have to ask her to point the man out to him. And if he continued to talk all that shit, he’d handle it. Or they would, if Ileana wanted in. At least the other one was quiet, although he’d still make it a point to find out where he was. Just in case.
The stubborn elevator made him laugh, the sound dying a bit when it refused to move after the correct button was pressed again. “This is the mysterious and strange you were talking about?” Annoying was more like it but he could see how it could be weird. He leaned over and pressed the button himself, as if he could have done better, but no luck either. “Guess we walk it?” Idly he thought about pressing all the other buttons, nine, ten, and on, but he doubted those word work either. “Someone’s gotta get that thing fixed.”