The voice came from well behind Richard, echoing through the marble lobby, booming off the high ceiling. If nothing else the gesture seemed to rouse the concierge from his near constant trance. Samuel threw him a wave, something between apology and mere acknowledgement, in answer; though he felt no particular kindness toward the man, it was difficult not to be a bit kinder than was required given the fact that his predecessor had found so brutal - and still disturbingly unresolved - an end. But Samuel had barely chanced the man a glance, instead distracted by catching the finicky elevator. His strides stretched longer as he drew nearer, crossing the distance all the quicker as the elevator doors slid clunkily open.
"New neighbor, huh?" Samuel's green gaze flicked down over Richard, taking in his appearance, the very contents of the bags in his hands, making no effort to hide his perfect appraisal. He moved into the elevator, sidling close to the control panel, quick to hold the Open button for his fellow neighbor in spite of the sizing-up. Well-intentioned or not, the gesture did serve to raise the hem of his polo shirt, exposing for just a moment the holster and grip of his service weapon. "Good to meet you. Sergeant Samuel Wolfe." He thumbed the button marked 7 once Richard seemed safely inside. "Where you headed?"