The current situation must be bothering her, seeing as how she couldn’t or wouldn’t turn to face him.  Was that rude?  Or understandable?  Anton wasn’t sure about either, so he stood where he was and spoke to her back instead of her face.  “Took a lotta guts to say what you just said out there in the hallway, Stella.  So now what?”<br/><br/>Waiting for a reply or movement or something, Anton glanced at Tesla, who was still standing by the door.  The unbelieving expression on his furry face screamed,<i>Open this door!  And then open your door downstairs!  What are you waiting for?!  Now, mister!  </i>He smiled at the gargantuan cat, who shifted on his paws, impatience slowly taking over.  A pleading<i>meow </i>soon followed.