"How about this," Lane said, hands gesturing wide. "I knock four, then two, then three? There's no one on this level - so if you hear footsteps, you know it's me."
Running out of humor, he crossed his arms and sighed. "You were pissy when I left, and you're still pissy now. I went out to eat. Some of us have to do that, you know. Regular food. I did bring you back some liquor, though." Lane reached in his jacket and brought out a small, flat bottle of vodka.