Idris paused before he went through the door, the gravity of their procession interrupted briefly.
"I'm Idris. I live up on the third floor. Was actually heading home when you convinced me to do otherwise." He grinned at Lucy then left the building, stepping out into the warm evening air. The sun had nearly gone down completely, but there was just enough light left in the sky to cast the briefest of rays upon their ceremony.
"I assume you live here, too?" Because if she didn't, the concierge was decidedly not too picky about who entered the building--not that Idris had seen them on duty tonight. "Figure we can put this on the step. Sound good? Get your lighter ready."