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Zane followed in after her. "Really? Is it like dry clean only or something?" He looked at the robe of feathers. "It looks pretty good, even for being soaked in the rain." He smiled and nodded at the stairs. "I hope you don't mind climbing. The elevator gets kind of wonky when it storms like this." He chuckled and started up the stairs. "Don't worry though. I'm only on the 3rd floor." He waited for her to keep up as he walked up the stairs. His shoes made squeaky thuds on the wood planks. He stopped at the 3rd landing and walked down a hallway. He paused in front of a pale blue door with 8C on it in brass. He fumbled with the keys in his pocket. An old woman opened a door down the hall, peeking out. "What are you doing out so late? It's storming. You're getting everything wet." Zane sighed. "Relax Ms. Stubbs. I'll clean it up." He shrugged the the stranger as the old woman huffed and closed her door. "She's harmless. Hey. I never did catch your name. I'm Zane." He spoke quietly as he opened the door and held it for her.