She nodded, barely daring to look at him again half scared she won't be able to stop staring. "Does it usually take a while?" she asked curiously.
She smiled slightly at his comment about the elevator, "People have said it's testy, I haven't had a problem. My movers did, but so far I've been pretty lucky." There. She could be normal. She just couldn't look at him for extended periods of time or else the verbal storm would start and she'd never be able to shut up.
Maybe it was utter disbelief that the man from the photograph was standing in this elevator with her. It seemed surreal, and terrifying on so many levels. How had this happened? Had he always been this close?