Phonos leaned back against the wood in the back of the elevator, crossing his arms as he watched the numbers begin to tick down. He never minded her questions, ridiculous or foolish as they could be at times, happy to provide the appropriate answers. Of course, he preferred silence. No expectations, nothing wrong he could say. Silence was easy and understandable.

"No apologies necessary," he said with equal apathy, genuinely believing his words.

It was her question that caught him off guard. He blinked and dropped his gaze to look at her, ignoring the strange response it caused in his chest. There might be a feeling ascribed to the physiological actions, but Killing didn't feel. "Perhaps distracted, not ill. Why do you ask that?"