"I guess so," Richard said doubtfully. That was exactly the last thing he needed, to get shut in an elevator with frozen goods and a military man of unspecified origin. Even the thought made his skin crawl. It wasn't Samuel himself so much as it was the idea of being closed in a tight space... but that wasn't very likely. Really, it wasn't. Richard took a deep breath through his nose and pointedly did not stare at the floor counter ticking up. Shouldn't they have arrived by now? Elevator conversations never lasted this long.
Instead of worrying about it, he fixed on something Samuel had said. "So, the concierge doesn't live up to the old one's standards? How long has he had the job?" It was meaningless small talk, and Richard knew it, but the more he knew about the building, the better. And besides, he thought he could feel the elevator grinding to a halt. They must have arrived, so Samuel wouldn't have more than a few seconds to answer the question politely.