Straining against his weight, she hauled Walt's feet up over the edge of the cage. The feet scraped loudly on the floor.
The elevator operator raised his eyebrows ever so slightly. He cocked his head to one side. "Something wrong?"
"Oh, no," Julia said brightly. "Everything's fine."
The operator started the car. "A young lady ought to be careful in this town," he said. "A young lady oughtn't to drink so much." He shook his head sadly. "There's a case of rape in the papers nearly every day."
"... I'll be careful."
"They pick up young ladies in bars all the time. You never can tell about the men you're liable to meet, if you go in bars. You have to watch yourself in this town."
"Seven, please."
"Yes, ma'm."
The elevator stopped. Julia dragged Walt out.
"You mind what I say!" the operator called after her. "You be careful, now, and stay out of bars. You never can tell...."