Brighid was feeling like she needed to push the button for the lift again. The sensation was less irksome this time around because she could actually justify the action by going down to check her mail. It was with this in mind that she gathered her keys and cell phone, exited her flat and proceeded down the hall to the lift after pausing to lock her door. The stairs were so much easier, couldn't she just press the button and then make her own way down? But it appeared the lift was already on its way, because it chimed and stopped mere seconds after her hand had returned to her side. As the doors slid open, she took a fortifying breath, plastered a smile on her face and entered the small space.
Honey's appearance made her smile falter a bit, and her look turned to one of concern. "Pardon me for asking, ma'am, but are you alright, then?"