She shrugged, blue eyes filled with some element of concern looking up through a frame of dark lashes and searching his features for some telltale sign of... something. Other than confusion. "Maybe it is your distraction that I see. May I ask what has made you so?"

Before Phonos can provide a suitable answer; before Melinoe can reason with herself that the rising heat in her cheeks isn't because she'd just caught his gaze with her own, the elevator jerks to a stop, causing the girl to reach out and grip Phonos' arm as she stumbles. For a moment, all is dark before the emergency light blips on, though the fan that circulates the air has ceased its movement.

She looked at her current lift companion, pausing a moment before she lets go of his arm. "Are you all right?"