There was no way for Lukas to determine the source of her laughter. The way her tarpit eyes looped like glazed kamikaze pilots; did they ever focus on one aspect? Be it his apprehensive frown or his offered hand toward the instrument? Certainly not the bevy of baby-eyed felines mounted to his chest.
Collecting the busted instrument in his arms, Lukas observed rather helplessly as she careened toward the wall in a partial collapse, overcome with giggles. It struck him then, as it must have at least once before in her presence, that she's really quite lost it. But it's probably best for him to keep that observance to himself, and Lukas hesitantly started down the hall beside her.
The elevator peeled itself for them without any resistance, just a punch of the button and an immediate ding. Lukas stepped in, and secured the instrument between his hip and the wall before pushing the # 1.