"Elevator, huh?" You've become my sworn enemy, Elevator. She's already declaring war in her head. That thing had caused her too many problems ever since she arrived, frustrated with his various numbers and letters. She would figured if they accounted with the number of floors, she'd want to be going to the one marked with the number "1" but that only ended up leading her to another set of suites for those apparently in the first district.

She follows him, continuing to engage in her own frustrated thoughts. "It's ridiculous for this place to have so many floors. Couldn't each district just have its own building? It'd be a lot easier to get around." Or so she would believe anyway. Since that's the sort of thing she was used to.