Ah, and there they go again... He watches their attention disperse as if they were moths shooed away from a lamp. For the first time, he wonders if they're happy in there, or if their strange, cobbled-together life is more strife and frustration than anything.

It's probably more complicated than any of that, though.

Impulsively, he reaches out to rub their back in a friendly, grounding sort of way.

"You get used to the lights, after a while."

The car finally reaches their stop with a shudder and a clunk. Something dings, and the doors open with a hiss that sounds from somewhere under their feet.

"Come on," he tries to lead them gently into the elevator cab. "Let's go have some fun."