The elevator is more crowded than she thought it would be for a weekend, but here they all are. The cogs never stop turning.She steps on and makes herself as small as possible so the two people behind her can join as well. She should have stopped for coffee- what little sleep she was able to manage is not nearly enough and her bones are so tired from her night that she’s not sure she’ll make it through the day.
Anya is rummaging around the copier when the elevator dings on their floor. Fuck. She looks up with a sly grin and Lexa’s stomach sinks.
Of course she’s here.