Confident her hat and wig were still secure, she stood upright and straightened her jacket and dusted herself off. Yes, she was wearing a jacket to the beach. It was part of her beach sweat suit. Swim suits were not an option when you felt disgustingly thin. That, and chemo made you more sensitive to the sun for at least a year following year, so staying covered up was her best option.
"You mean it does this a lot?" That was not inspiring. "Do people get stuck in here a lot, too?" That was not something she would be okay with. This never ended well in the movies. Someone either had a baby, found out something terrible or ended up sleeping with the person they were trapped with. She wasn't pregnant, nor did she think she'd end up sleeping with Alexandria, so that left finding out something terrible. This was suppose to be a happy beach day, not a day that involved terrible news.
"Oh, and I'm Lucy. Nice to meet you!" She liked this girl. She didn't know why, but she did. Something about her struck Lucy as comfortable and familiar, as though she already knew her. It was silly, of course, but it would make being stuck in an elevator with her more bearable at least.