A swimming pool and a bar sounded like nirvana to Gemma right now. To get a good buzz on and just float, not think about this at all, to go to bed feeling wrung out and with the drifting feeling of the water every time she closed her eyes... it's a long elevator ride. She folded her thumb in against her palm, her fingers over it, exactly the way you were taught not to punch someone. She slid her hand into the pocket of her jacket.
"I'm not really good with elevators, so maybe I'll chill up here," she said, and then: "No, not at all. No celebrity stuff. And I like celebrities, I keep on top of that kind of thing. I haven't read anything on the internet that talked about that. But maybe some smaller outlets did and I missed it..."