Zio flinched at the jarring motion and dropped his chin, bypassing a look at Naea to glare at the control panel of the elevator as if it had just insulted his mother. One hand clenched at his side while the other closed on the top of his messenger bag. There was a definite moment of wanting to punch something as the mechanical monstrosity interrupted his own careful plans regarding Miss Linnaea Benson.
Only a moment, though, because he froze and, in the next instant, drew a slow breath to calm himself and then smiled faintly. "Murphy's law," he commented dryly. "We should have knocked on wood." He lowered his bag to the floor and crossed to prod at the control panel. "Does this break regularly?" he asked.