Vexen 'limped' along as Larxene started moving, wondering why he hadn't brought attention to his problem yet. Oh well, it wasn't like it was anything major; that mage hadn't healed it fully, but it was enough. He rolled his eyes as Larxene had the nerve to laugh at some stumbling woman nearby, mostly out of habit; Vexen didn't find much things "funny".

"Work," was all Vexen replied it. Although, after the beating he just took, Vexen was starting to feel strangely apathetic towards the one thing he used to 'enjoy' the worst. Like the Superior broke more than just his bones.

How odd. There was nothing but bones to break.

He slumped against the side of the elevator, also disgusted with the design. It was slow, and it was inefficient. If he weren't injured, he would have taken the stairs.