Buffy worried her bottom lip between her teeth, breaking open the place she bit into it in the cab. Nine flights of stairs wouldn't kill her. She hesitated a moment longer, watching Danny with wide eyes. She reached up and tugged on a strand of her hair, still contemplating it. She sighed after a moment and straightened her back, her jaw squaring lightly. "Elevator. I'll just...think about something else besides being trapped in a coffin like box." She glanced over to Danny as she opened the door and went inside, holding it for him to get the bags inside. "You can't tell anyone about the panic attack I'm going to have though."