Justice was becoming increasingly agitated. Even being in an elevator for a few moments with more than one person made him feel like a cat trapped in a pillowcase, and that became even more pronounced when his companions were two women dressed like whores-- one a foreigner and the other one questionable-- and a kid who looked like he might piss himself if someone said boo. Having said elevator cease to work with no way to get off made the situation exponentially worse.
He ignored the banal chatter of the two women and instead turned his attention to the kid who suggested the elevator phone. Flat eyes rested on what he could see of Cameron's face, and Justice said, "You think so, Sunny Jim?" He was about to tell the kid what he thought of his brilliant idea when said phone rang.
Justice picked it up with a snarled, "Hello?" After listening for a few moments, he barked, "Get us the fuck outta here, I don't care what it takes." He slammed the receiver back into place. "Power's out 'til somebody gets off their ass and fixes it," he announced.