[People've gotten on and off the elevator while she's been in it, and she hasn't been paying much mind. Of course she watches, because Anne is always watching, from under the crooked brim of her hat, pale eyes focusing past bright red hair. She's leaning against the wall of the elevator, peering out into the hallway as some dandy in a fancy suit gets in, blond and wearing tinted glasses. Shifting uncomfortably at the pang of homesickness when she realizes he reminds her of Jack a little - homesickness because Jack is her home.
It's a welcome distraction when he asks if she's never seen an elevator before in that tone that gets the hairs on the back of her neck standing up, make her go tense, her eyes go cold and intent.]
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It's a welcome distraction when he asks if she's never seen an elevator before in that tone that gets the hairs on the back of her neck standing up, make her go tense, her eyes go cold and intent.]
I'm standin' in one, ain't I?