What the fuck. What the fuck! He hasn't been this tense in a long time, his shoulders bunched up, his hands clenched hard. He stiffly waits in silence as the elevator sinks back down. He was feeling claustrophobic before, but now with this giant person in here, this space is unbearable. He feels like he's about to have a fucking meltdown here, and suddenly he's alone.

He's about to shout in frustration when he sees them there in the lobby. So he hasn't been abandoned but they want to show off? Why? He takes a slow, deep breath, trying to steady himself, not even beginning to move until the doors start to shut on him.

"You don't have to jump around. I've seen your magic before," he grumbles, stepping out after them and moving to their side. Or well. Close to their side. He's keeping a few feet between them because he has no idea what they're thinking. They could still be dangerous. He has no idea. Ugh, this is weird and sucks.

"Can you talk?" he asks, switching to sign after that, "I know sign if you need?"