"Your concern touches," Her last nerve. "But I am not yet so infirm, Doctor."

Her left leg (bad leg, ever since Helena’s introduction) wobbles a little. No, she’ll lift with her back, thanks. A huff of... let's call it effort, and not irritation: If she murdered everyone to mention she’s old, she’d —

Mostly still be left with the useful ones. Hm. table that thought.

"Why the seventh floor?"

Between breaths. She’s walking the bloody thing up backwards; Maker willing, he’s an eye to warn anyone descending behind her.