Mark stood there fiddling with his wood-like hands while his eyes occasionally drifted back to you. Mark had always been a talkative and friendly guy but you aren’t the same, you stayed in the corner of the elevator being a little different from all the other npcs. Mark tried communicating with you yet—You refused to talk.

he finally mustered up some words to say. Looking at you and smiling.

Mark: “so.. ya like wood?.. or.. somethin else?” he tried striking up a conversation. Smiling as he looked at you. Looking at your quiet figure in the corner of the elevator.