She's not really sure how they make it to the elevator; Anna tries to lean her head against the door, until it moves to slide open and startles her. "Shit," she mutters, hardly even realizing she's cursing. Blame yourself for that one, Dave. They make it inside the elevator and Anna slumps into the corner of it, barely staying standing. Her head is far too fuzzy for her to be truly vertical right now.

"Number? I barely know her," she giggles, dragging a hand over her face. "Um. Um. Four!"