[Her eyes had actually lifted to his, gaze holding, blue so washed out that it was nearly grey. And such worry behind them.] Somewhere. Not... here. Not in your penthouse. [Her voice was soft still, but the desperation was easy enough to hear. Why wasn't he seeing the problem?] ...Please.
[But then the elevator was slowing to a stop, and the doors opened with a soft ding and whoosh of air. She closed her eyes with a sigh, as if the opening of the doors marked a point of no return.]