Issac Therman -<strong>2nd Floor Elevators</strong>-<em>panicking at the elevator</em><br/><br/>This was not good; it had been almost fifteen minutes since Issac pressed the elevator button, and it had still not come up. Even with the fifteen minutes having passed, he still had not fixed his collar or tucked-in suit. He kept pressing the button with the down arrow, almost beginning to sweat. It was then that he noticed the other man come up to the elevator. Trying to calm himself, realizing that he was losing control, he drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly.<br/><br/>"Oh, hey," he greeted the fellow employee, still not familiar with names. "It seems the elevator is out of service. Should we call down to the lobby and inform them?" Issac was still in a panic, but he found himself able to hide it while the other man was nearby. It had always been a good feature he possessed, if not always potent. It did keep him from punching in the button, though, and his cool temper was returning slowly.