Third Floor. O'Brien nodded and reached forward to press the proper button that would take them to the floor in question. He liked pushing the button. Always had, always would. So he was glad that Archer never really dove for it. Sure, pushing the buttons on an elevator these days wasn't nearly as exciting as it had been when he was eight.. but he'd still get that little, pleased smirk whenever he'd get to.
Tucking his hands into his trenchcoat's pockets, he rocked back on his heels a bit and gave a look over toward Archer, when he heard the static from the radio. He gave a nod to his partner, brows furrowing with a mixture of curiosity and concern, "What do you think that is?"
Feeling the elevator start to slow as they approached the third floor, O'Brien moved to step forward, his eyes dropping back down toward the panel of buttons to find the emergency 'stop' button. He really hoped this elevator was old enough that if he pressed it, it wouldn't eventually start ringing a bell or something stupid.
O'Brien knew that look that Archer had given him. He'd seen it before. Pulling his hands from his pockets, O'Brien set the heel of one of them against the red button and gave it a firm shove.
Archie didn't like to take calls from dispatch where others might hear. For multiple reasons, and all good ones too. O'Brien understood. It made sense. But to be honest, he'd never given a damn or even thought twice about protecting the ears of civilians until he got reassigned with Archer.
And based on experience, usually when dispatch needed to get a hold of the Captain, it meant trouble. O'Brien hoped that wasn't the case, here, but you never knew. A look was given back toward his superior officer, "maybe the weather? Told you the weather woman said it was going to get bad."