"Oh, okay. Fabulous." He reaches for the panel, entering some sort of code, pressing the pads of his fingers between the circular buttons denoting floors. Within seconds, a display lights up, counting down from 50 - 49, 48, 47, 46. There's no background music playing inside the elevator, and the only indication that they're now moving is that tight little knot you get somewhere at the center of your torso.

Or maybe that's just the way he's giddy with excitement.