"Right, sorry." (Move away from doors)
>"Did you hear that?"
"Fuck off, I'm investigating." (Ignore her)
"Hey, I know you, from lunch. Olivia, right? Damien introduced me to you."
"You seem to be in a wheelchair."
>OLIVIA HALFORD: "wh-" she coughs and quickly brings the canteen up for a drink.
>INTERFACING [trivial-success]: the little cap is a screw on, and her impatience with it is evident. As she has to slow down to stop herself from fumbling it, her scowl only tightening at this.
>OLIVIA HALFORD: she waves you off and sighs; "Look--just move already. I've got shit to do."
>"I think there's something wrong with the elevator. I'm investigating it."
"Can I come?"
"What kind of shit to do?"
"Where are you going?"
"I'm really sorry."
>OLIVIA HALFORD: "There's nothing wrong..." She pauses eyeing the button panel for a moment "wait, what do you mean?" You've barely got her attention, but it's real caution she demonstrates.
>PERCEPTION (HEARING) [heroic-success] " oh, it finally gave out, the fucking..." She mutters.
>SUGGESTION [medium-success] she thinks; "if this chump can tell, it might be for real."
>INLAND EMPIRE [trivial-success] tell her about the voice you heard. The malevolent presence.
"The buttons don't work."
>"I heard something odd. It sounded like...a voice. Calling for me..."
"Uh, silly me, Here you go. (step away)
>OLIVIA HALFORD: "can YOU P-" her face flips from rage to apathy immediately, as she breaths deeply.
>"It's fine. Let me through now." Punctuated with a stiff swatting gesture.
>HALF-LIGHT [easy-success] in that moment of anger, she flashed a clenched jaw of razor sharp incisors. Keep your hands away from her.
>"No, really, I heard it! I think the elevator might be..."
"Oh, ok." (move away)
>OLIVIA HALFORD: she waits for your response, lip twitching slightly, like the needle on a pressure gauge.
>DRAMA: [trivial-success] but still captivated by a classic dramatic reveal-