"That's fine, I'm used to that." The reply comes easy, the polite smile of reassurance once again pulling into her cheeks. "Elevators tended to be more trouble than they were worth, and it was easier to trust myself than something that couldn't be predicted." The specifics of it were complicated, and a little more exciting than the presentation of 'Harkua's life' was meant to be.

A half-shrug, for her purse to drop from her shoulder to her elbow, and Ruka's already digging beneath an unusual assortment of items (sure, that knife was gone too and would need replacing, but Ruka did not know many people who carried this much of a first aid kit just in a shoulder bag; passport, spare eye patches, and so on) to find the apartment key. "I didn't examine it too closely, are the numbers on the keys themselves?"