Re: Stairwell, going down from the 12th: 7:00 a.m.
Once she held out her hands, Stefan hopped into them immediately, pleased she wasn't shying away from touching him. He was surprised that they were going to what sounded like her home and if it showed across his amphibious face he wasn't aware. He didn't let himself think too much on it, or the strangely familiar terms she kept using. He trusted her; she seemed to know what she was doing. "And who rules this New York?" After a moment consideration, he asked a better question, "Who rules this building then?"