Standing in the elevator, straight and arms crossed. Suddenly, the elevator stops at your floor, opening up for you to step inside. Canine was standing there, arms crossed, eyes staring coldly at you. Once you stepped in, he watched as you leaned over to tap the floor you needed to go to and smiled below the mask. Once the elevator doors shut, it began slowly going downwards. He stood there, not saying a word, staring straight ahead at the doors before the elevator abruptly came to a stop.