And stairs presumably?

Elevator. Off to the left.

...come on surely there are emergency stairs or some such? She needs to get out of view.

No stairs. Apparently they don't have the same fire codes here.

You have got to be kidding her.

Okay, the floor just under her feet is cloudfluff now and she holds onto the edges of the hole she just made so she can brace herself some—

Ominous creaking.

And the cloudfluff can go back and become floor/ceiling again come on it can't be that hard to just go away.

Now she is on a different floor of the building.

And she has a different face—boy face, even—and she calls the elevator.

It comes. It disgorges a red, who blinks at her. "Who're you?"

"—Naol. Who're you?"

"...I live here. Do you live here?"

"No, I don't," she says, pursing her lips a bit.

"What are you doing here?"

"Visiting."

"Who?"

"I don't know that I should say."

"I never saw you before."

"And vice-versa."

"I live here. Where're you from?"

"Elsewhere. And I'm on my way out, so if you'll excuse me—"

"Are you a burglar?"

She blinks slowly and shows her empty hands. "Nope. Uh, do you want me to show you what I have in my pockets...?"

"Yeah, that'd be good. And then I wanna show you out of the building and see if Daza'll wake up to have a look at you."

Pockets: pocket everything, wallet.

"Who's Daza?"