Pax lobby, 6:35 PM - Rafe
Chris took the exit and limped as quickly as he could from the gathering, no longer caring who saw his disability. He moved into the lobby, heading for the elevator, where he jammed the button so hard he thought he might have broken it when it refused to light up after a mere five pushes.
He glanced sidelong toward the stairs, wondering if he should chance it, and then disregarded the thought when he, frowning, remembered that even one flight would often prove too much. If he had his cane, it would be a different story, but the brace was too solid to allow that much movement in his knee.
Turning, he jabbed the elevator button again, annoyed and at a loss as to why going from the first to the third floor should be so goddamn difficult.