Five minutes after that there's an unceremonious bang at the entry. Elaine jumps, and has to gather herself before she answers it.
"Jesu Christ, woman, would I bother to knock if I was anyone else?" out of breath and exasperated. "Let me in, this damn thing's heavy."
So she keys him in: flushed, harried, half-dragging a metal trunk with him and cursing freely. "Of all the damned luck. You'd think on a stuffy rock like this they'd have more respect for a schedule."
"Can I help with--"
"Christ, no, just tell me where to stow it. Tell him I did hurry, damn it."