He wasn't hurrying, just walking casually, but not waiting for anything.
In the elevator, on the way down, he said, "Those defense mechs. God damn. I wish those defense mechs...."
I nudged him. The elevator operator was looking at him closely, and there's no use taking any chances. He ought to know better.
He was out of the elevator as soon as the door opened at ground level. He walked toward the front entrance. I had to run again to catch up with him.
"Hey, what's the hurry?" I asked. "Can I come along too?"
He didn't answer, just kept walking. Looking straight ahead, still not hurrying, but moving rapidly nevertheless. When we got outside, he turned right and continued at the same steady pace.
I tugged at his arm. "Hey, the bar I mentioned is the other way."
He shook my hand loose and kept walking. "I want to go this way."
I shrugged and trotted to keep up with him. "Okay. If you know of a better place, we'll go there. But—"
"This damn headache," he said. "I've had it all day. All afternoon."