"Not helping," Abby tells her lightly, teeth already clenched. As if she needs to hear the person who just said they'd help her along is freaking out too! One of them has to fucking drive this thing.

Her breath leaks out of her in a hissy sigh when the elevatar jolts, and starts to move up. Don't look down... she tilts her head back, staring resolutely at the ceiling. This works for seconds, until the floor jostles gently along its path upward, making her look back at her feet instantly.

"Oh fuckkkk."

Bad. So bad. Hauling herself together, she musters up a, "No, you didn't tell me."

So go on. Distract!