He's lost. He's so lost. Again. How long has he lived here? Months? It's really inexcusable at this point. He's not even sure what floor he's on. Luckily he spots someone and manages to curb his pride enough to ask for help. "Ah... miss, if you wouldn't mind, how might I get back to the first floor...?" It will be really embarrassing if he's already on it.
The air of distress rolling off of the man wasn’t lost on Erzsébet. Before he had even managed to get the request out to her, she was turning in his direction and offering up a relaxed, patient smile. “Roderich, is it?” she asks, studying him for a moment before nodding her head. “I can show you the way there - I was just on my way downstairs as well.”
“It is rather easy to get turned around in here, isn’t it?” Erzsébet asks, gesturing for him to follow. “I always thought signs might be useful for some.”
