"Almost," he corrected, moreso himself than Lucy. "Fiona made a distraction and we both ran. We got to the parking lot and just left the building... I don't know if it was the concierge who almost locked us in there, or someone else, but no one's said anything about it. Like everyone is just pretending it didn't happen." No one had said anything about it, a fact for which Max was grateful. But at the same time, every time he passed through the lobby he couldn't help glancing at where the door had been and wondering who had been behind it all.
"Well, it'd be worth a shot. I mean, just to find out more. I might try getting back into that room, just so I know I wasn't crazy and making stuff up." He noted Lucy's stance, suddenly aware that all of this talk, while not necessarily scaring her, might be making her uncomfortable. Without asking, he grabbed her ball from the astroturf green.
"Do you wanna go grab something to eat? I don't really feel like playing anymore." He hoped he wasn't being presumptuous.