Arthur fell into shuffling step, and tried not to think of zombies, or of the possibility of Daryl Dixon mistaking them for Walkers. He slapped the 'up' button when they reached the elevators, and shifted his stance to wait. Eames had left wet, squishy footprints behind them.
The doors pinged as they opened, and Arthur maneuvered them inside, then pressed the button for their floor. "Almost there."