Brooklyn had gotten herself all dolled up and been headed down to the Circean for dinner. She'd convinced herself it was only for the food and had absolutely nothing to do with that tall, blond and broody limey waiter, nope, not at all, no way, no how. The lady doth protest too much, even to herself. Truth of the matter was, she was most definitely set to drive the poor lad crazy in one way or another. However, it would seem that the fates this evening had a completely differing plan for her as she found herself unceremoniously planting her primped little ass onto the floor of one of the corners of the elevator after the sudden plunge and jolting stop of the elevator car.
She was fine, of course, more annoyed than anything else really. Though if she knew that the male in the elevator saw her as a 'girl' she would likely have pitched a fit right then and there - but as it were, she was still unaware and just mildly pissy at the whole situation. "Yeah. Fine." she responded, her tone sharp and decidedly unpleasant as she got herself back up and onto her feet once again, looking around for her clutch that she'd dropped.