"Isn't that a shame." The way that he responds is like he's distracted by something. It's made obvious when the elevator doors opened. He glared at the elevator with distaste, but didn't make the choice to not enter.

"As I said before, a friend. I thought he might be here, but I guess I was wrong," he answered with a shrug. "We just have bad luck meeting up is all. Even if I checked ahead of time, we'd still miss each other, even if only by a minute or so."