Distractedly, on the wrist she held, Daphne tapped a beat with her index finger as they walked to accompany their steps. "Then you must have something. You looked a bit feverish back then. Although--" Raiden was the nervous sort. Anxiety attack? Aw, the poor darling! "Never mind! I'd say we're on the fifth floor."

Was he that sick? "Are you sure, you're not ill?" Resisting the urge to spin around and feel his forehead, Miss Hopton tugged him further along towards the steps. "Ground floor you said? Well, we have four more floors to walk!"

Yay, walking!