"Yeah, I'd say," Harry said lowly. He was obviously out of place in his usual worn jeans and long-sleeved shirt and duster. His blasting rod was in the car seeing as it looked too much like a weapon in a vampire hotel, but he'd insisted on bringing his staff anyway. It was too big to wield effectively as a stake, anyway. He didn't relax at all until the elevator doors closed, and even then it was minimal. Harry didn't like elevators anymore than he liked any other mechanical contraption. As if to make a point, the elevator shuddered on its long climb up. "That'd better not be a sigh," he said nervously as the cables shook again.