Re: Elevator
He didn't so much as twitch when she whirled around. Daniel was a hell atop a mountain, unassailable and untouchable. No little blonde girl was going to hurt him, even if she tackled him right here and tried to bash his skull into the fine carpet. He stared at her, not moving or glancing down at the tangled gold in his sleeve. She had hollow eyes, and he knew that look. He met it with one of his own.
He raised one eyebrow (it looked like a lot of effort was required) and shifted his gaze to the head of the line, then back to her face. "Yeah, okay." He shrugged, to answer the thin layer of her determination not to care with another set of his own. "Come on." He shifted and rotated about sixty degrees on the spot, and pushed out one elbow away from his hip as if to escort her--without actually bothering to take his hands from his pockets.