*glances at the doors, thinking Mac will probably kill him and eat the body if he doesn't get back inside and finish moving that couch*
*rapidly types out his answer (laboring manually. very sweaty. call you later!) and pockets his phone, smirking gleefully (do enjoy those mental images)*
*traipses back in through the foyer and makes his way up to Glorfindel's apartment, which looks somewhat like an anthill with all of the people scurrying around cleaning the place out* *loses a little of his cheer to think that that thing managed to so completely warp things in so short a timeframe, but refuses to let her ruin his mood* *it's the principle of the thing*