Her hand moved to Star's back, stroking lightly and gently patting. "Ginger ale will do you some good, anyway. I'm on the tenth floor, so a little bit of an elevator ride, too. Or we can take the stairs, if you'd prefer." If machines went bad in the future, Mary would understand not wanting to be inside of one for very long.
Her apartment building wasn't too far off, maybe three blocks or so, and Mary was soon holding the door open for Star.