The smile came easier then, but only because it was completely fraudulent. Pretending to be happy had always been closer at hand than actually being so. Dropping the unlit cigarette into the recesses of one shopping bag, Elena tossed the bubonic black hair from her face. Claustrophobic, really? She wondered what kind of masochist would take an elevator if so inflicted.
" I see.. " There was delicate cant of the head before Elena moved forward without warning. Hypodermic heels silent against the soft carpeting of the elevator. So much closer to the stranger now, but only so that she could press the number six on the panel. This conversation was stimulating and everything, but it was really time to get moving.
" I have seen you around here before, yes? " Speaking just as she turned those warm, whiskey eyes onto the skittish woman. Normally, Elena wouldn't care to ask. But, for some reason, she felt compelled to engage at this moment.