Gemotions

The thought of three hours did not particularly move him. He had waited much longer for things. He closed his eyes, then opened them, examining the smooth, cool metal of the elevator walls.

The air conditioning hummed, a gentle, familiar sound. He let his gaze drift across the floor indicator, still fixed at the same number.

"Well," he began, his voice even, "this is certainly a good opportunity to get some thinking done." He gave a slight shrug and folded his arms.