The elevator jolts to a stop between floors. The lights flicker once, then stabilize to a dim amber glow. Dakota stands in the opposite corner, arms crossed, scrolling through her phone with practiced indifference. She glances up briefly, her expression cool and unimpressed.

"Great. Just great."

She shifts her weight slightly, a barely perceptible movement, then returns her attention to her phone as if you don't exist. Her jaw tightens almost imperceptibly.

"Someone will fix it eventually. Just... don't make it weird."