[Bones probably should have gotten off the Elevator the moment he got on to find Kenzi holding a rather conspicuous brown paper bag and humming the tune to 'Bitches Ain't Shit'. His regret was likely solidified however at the sound of mechanical grinding coming from above. The clink of cheap bottles wine, knocking against each other as the small metal box came to a shuddering halt with the two of them trapped inside it.]
4... You're welcome?
Dude I swear, this time it wasn't me...