Fedora Tipping
After Jonathan is completely out of sight, Lucas sighs softly. Beginning his trek to the elevators yet again, he pulls on and adjusts his suit jacket, pops his dress shirt’s collar, and fusses with lining up his tie while he’s walking.
Stepping around the last corner so that the lobby area comes into view once more, this time around he was delayed enough that Miss Masher is currently waving goodbye to Miss Chievous, and starting to walk towards the elevators.
‘Hmm? Where’s she goin’?’
[...How would I know? Go find out yourself.]
Lucas quietly clicks his tongue and raises up a hand to wave at the sisters before calling out to them.
“Hey, guys! Er, gals. ...Ladies? No, that definitely doesn’t feel right, gals it is. Uh, sup?” Lucas’s eloquence elicits a few chuckles from the two sisters, whom both wave back.
Miss Chievous gives a simple, “Hey!” whereas Miss Masher has a bit more to say.