He can feel his skin beginning to crawl only a few seconds into the elevator trip. He can't believe people ride these things willingly and on purpose. The air feels wrong. Too tight. He's tensing up horribly as the directory counts upwards, clenching his hands and releasing them in turn, and then the door dings.

"You better be up here," he grumbles as he steps out, scanning the roof. He's speaking just loud enough that she could hear if she was close. He wants her to know she's being annoying trailing him around like this, and he sighs through his nose when he sees her silhouette.

"Why are y-you-- ah-- haa??" He jerks back a step when she turns, losing his voice in his throat. He sees the teeth first, lizard brain telling him to run right now. He holds there for just a moment, just long enough to register the eerie wrongness of her body and her mask, before he retreats back inside the service room, hiding behind the wall beside the door.

It's only once he's there that he manages to take a deep breath. To reconsider. Maybe it's just a different person? Why are they dressed like that? He grits his teeth, runs his fingers through his hair to reassure himself... and then pokes just his face out from behind the wall. Just enough to see them over there, watching them warily in return.

"Wizard?"