She swears to God it wasn’t her. And that was saying a lot because Joanna wasn’t even religious. "Hey, hi--” The petite woman broke the quiet once someone joined her in the elevator. “This--” She gestured to the elevator buttons that had all of its floors pressed. “--this wasn’t me,” she just had to clarify. “Like there was some brat here with a nanny that looked she was about to lose it and like, he pressed all of the buttons before he got off so technically we’re suffering together and not you suffering at the hands of me.” Because she just had to get that out. Maybe it was the many years of her always being the guilty one by default, but she just felt like it was important to speak up and clear her name before one of her neighbors irrecovably hated her forever. “Just to clarify.”