"Maybe I am." She put her weight against the crowbar like it was nothing more than a burlesque prop. A black steel cane to sashay with. While she might have been maddening, she didn't look like much of a madwoman, though.
"You weren't so bad yourself." Sure, climbing out of the top of the elevator had been peachy. But she didn't think she would have been tall enough to pry open the third floor door from the inside, crowbar or not. Getting inside had been the easy part.