"No, HERBIE. I'm fine," Arthur chuckled at the little robot. The elevator music made the waiting worse, but Arthur didn't say anything. After all, he had come in out of nowhere (a bad habit he probably wasn't going to break anytime soon). He stood up when Reed finally entered and took his hand.
"Reed, please. It's Arthur," very few people called him Orin. He preferred it that way, but that's just how Reed was, "How've you been?" Arthur casually waved his hand through the air to help dissipate some of the remaining smoke.