There wasn't much to say to that, beyond what he already had. Those who had moved into the building recently could only be counted as foolish in Luther's mind. The place was a breeding bit for disaster - people were getting hurt and were nearly killed by the building's insanity. Why did anyone move here anymore? How was recycling a concern when it wasn't to do with the law or when people could be attacked by vampires? "Try and add personal safety to the list," he recommended.
Luther nodded as the elevator lurched to a stop. A hand went up automatically to Parker's bags, as he glanced out. Half-way between the tenth floor and eleventh. Fantastic. Grimacing, he raised his sunglasses, revealing bloodshot eyes as he put them in his pocket. He wouldn't need them any time soon. "I saw that, but there was little reaction. I'm assuming the girl overreacted." And frankly at this point, if who he suspected was with 906 was who he was, a lot of trouble was saved if he died. The truth of it all. Luther grimaced. "The building itself though has a fair amount of mysteries and issues. We've had two people tortured, several strange deaths, another woman give threats..." He trailed off, giving a shrug. "It's more about keeping people safe at this point. The building is more of a threat than the people are." And it hurt to admit that.