When the girl sort-of screamed, Brian leaned back, eyes wide. She did look amused, though, so maybe she hadn't found out he had been checking her out inch by inch before she ruined his brain for all eternity. "No I'm not." He replied instinctively to the accusation of being a telepath, though it was a little silly to deny it now, apparently. "Well and now you know. Thanks for the mind fuck." He was still disturbed. And he had served people popsicles he was sure weren't for eating.
"Very few people actually wish to get stuck in an elevator, surprisingly." He said, shrugging. "Relax, I've got my guards up now, I won't read your mind unless you start getting intense. And even then, after that, I'll try my best to still not do it." Brian sat there watching her go to work. "Oh, those do exist. Huh." He waited for what she had to say with a raised eyebrow, and then sighed when she said they would basically have to wait. Brian looked around for a moment, without saying anything. "Well I figure we've got a couple minutes to kill. Any suggestions?" A mischievous little smirk formed in his lips.