It was hard to shake while balancing a bag of produce, but Richard managed. He opted for the steady-eye-contact-and-firm-grip handshake, and pulled back on cue. It was the same handshake that he gave CEOs and fathers, the Mr. Publicity special. When Samuel looked away, he stepped back a little. After the ridiculous noises the bus had made, this didn't worry him much.
At the question, his mouth quirked wryly and he shrugged. "I don't know yet. I'm from Michigan, originally. I don't think I've ever lived through a winter with less than 60 inches of snow on the ground. Ask me again around December, and we'll see if I'm 'pining for the fjords.'"
At that the whole elevator jerked, and the mild interest Richard had been feeling towards its noise turned immediately into an intense scrutiny of the ceiling. "Tell me," he said, his humor dialed back, "that this elevator just has its quirks, and it does that all the time."