"My apartment?" Crest kid teeth pulled with languid amusement on an unpainted lower lip.
"How do I know you're not some madman? I mean, you just happened to have a crowbar lying around.." She made it sound suspicious, eyes fashioning into slits of speculation before she straightened at mention of her business.
"Shimmying down elevator shafts, although I've yet to perfect my escape act." Spoken like some lady Houdini. Confessing that she at least lived on a higher floor than this, if she really climbed down an elevator cable in true ninja style.