She was less than impressed with him telling her his current place was bigger than his last. She'd just moved from the biggest place she'd lived in to something that might fit a friend or two on a visit. Not that it was his fault, but Naea just felt the need to be angry at someone physically there for a moment.
Naea brushed the bridge of her nose. "Only when you're in a hurry. It's usually faster to take the stairs." She regretted it the second it came out of her mouth: Without missing a beat, between the fifth and fourth floor, the elevator grunted to a halt. No bells, no whistles. No, "Fuck you guys. I'm an elevator!" Just ceased movement.
Her blue eyes widened, then she sighed heavily. "Goddamn it," she muttered.