"Oui, Mr. Mark Darcy is who phoned me. An English gentleman, he sounds very nice. This is very good, you have a friend here already. It is lonely to be here on your own, even with so many other people living here also." Adam matched his pace to Bridget's, and did not sound winded as he spoke.
Soon enough, they were approaching the elevator. "You may slow down now, this is where we go up," he told her, then reached over to touch the panel on the wall. When the door slid open, he gestured for Bridget to walk in first and then followed her in. "You must look here to see how this works, Bridget. This panel in the wall is like our phones, you see? You move the list with your finger, like so. And we want... this symbol. This is for the Food Court. And then we touch here and we are moving."