Darcy was pretty sure that as long as she could make it through this elevator ride it would give her time to think clearly, make a plan of action, and approach him properly in the future. Instead the elevator just stopped and she was staring at the numbers confused. This wasn't right, things like this didn't happen to her, and certainly not when she was with another person. She furrowed her brow and tried to push the button as well, wondering if she'd have more luck than him, just in case. "Well crap baskets," she said after a moment.
She stood there awkwardly trying to think of what the heck she was supposed to say. Everything in her mind was swimming, she had so many questions and none of them would be appropriate to accost him with in an elevator. That coupled with the serious dislike of being trapped, and the idea of enclosed spaces she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.