[Vance] Now the moment Liam took out the brownie, this would be a disaster. These newcomers have no idea what Rapture smells like... Or does for that part. As the trio left to sort things out downstairs, Vance checked up on the state of him room thoroughly. Once he finished, he locked up and took the elevator with another group. Only the elevator was going up first. To the top floor. Vance considered trying to squeeze through the door before it shut, but was worried it would keep shutting and trap him in between the elevator and each floor while it went all the way to the top. This is the physical faction, not the mental one. Although nearly every surface was practically unbreakable, as they had to withstand the various faction members, most with immense strength. Vance probably wouldn't make it out from between those door. Vance presses the button for the main lobby, and impatiently waits for the elevator to reach the top floor. The more buttons he pressed, the more floors queued up after another. He sat there in the 9x9 elevator, lounging on the cold metal floor without any signal at all. The old Gifted were huddled in a group and I could hear them muttering clearly. "The future of the Gifted these days... Just look at that delinquent, just lounging in the ground like he owns it..." And at the exact moment, the elevator music kicks in. "Floor [REDACTED]" chimes the elevator voice.