The music promptly fell to silence as an audible chime was heard, indicating the next floor's arrival. The elevator doors slowly parted open to reveal a seemingly bright maze, a jittery and rather hairy figure quickly pacing into the regretevator once given the chance.

Whatever this thing was, they looked to be some type of... Detective, but with a distinct foul odor being emitted from their being. She left excess hair on the ground from the beige overcoat, leaving a small trail of unruly fur on the regretevator's floor.

"It's in my HAIR. Get it out, get it OUT, GET IT OUT!!" She blurted out in a voice full of panic, hands swatting over her head, causing some small pieces of hair and rubber to fall out. Whatever happened to this one, she was NOT having a good time.

On another note, it wasn't long before a small spider fell out of the figure's head, causing her to let out a yelp of panic before quickly trying to stomp their foot on the poor arachnid. Their movements were surprisingly quick for a detective-esque mass of hair, yelling out things towards the poor arachnid, regarding it to be 'A spy for the clown government,' or so she'd like to think.