When he finally moves inside of the room a shaky breath escapes involuntary between her lips. But rather than being caused by creeping panic about being in a closed space alone with him it's caused by sudden feeling of relief. It's surreal and weird and makes no sense and it's strong enough to make the hairs on her back to stand, her grip on the chair tightening. Almost as if she's afraid that she'll fall down without it.

The doubt and caution is still there, on both sides, but she's still managed to get him inside. It's not perfect but at least it's more safer than elevator. And now they have more time... To do something.

Unfortunately, this is all she had managed plan in the elevator and right now she's again empty handed, not knowing where to go from here.

Carefully, she moves to the door to close it. There's still plenty of people around who know what happened between them, some of them (Peter) living on the same floor, and she's not sure how would others react if they were seen together like this. Then she points sharply at one of the chairs, telling him to move there. It wouldn't do good if he were to collapse against her wall.