Gemotions

The stale air in the elevator was quickly becoming unbearable. She watched as her companion, David, methodically paced the small space, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He was completely silent, except for the occasional, frustrated sigh. "They'll get us out," she said.

He stopped pacing and looked at her, his eyes narrowed. "They should have a better system," he muttered. He then started fiddling with the panel, running his fingers over the buttons. He pressed them all, one by one. Nothing.

He let out a short, bark-like laugh. He ran his hand through his hair, mussing it. He seemed entirely too composed. "Well," he said, straightening up, "I guess we're on our own." He then sat down on the floor, cross-legged, and began to tap his foot.