My friend Darwin told me this story . . He had went to Vegas over the weekend and on his way back to his room he was on an elevator Friday night with another couple and a woman who was about 22. The couple gets off on their floor so now it’s just Darwin and the woman. She looked at him and told him, “I’m not comfortable riding on the elevator with you. You need to get off.” She pushes a button for a floor and she repeats, “You need to get off.” So Darwin got off! He hadn’t looked at her or spoken to her so he hadn’t done anything to alarm her, but he figured maybe she’d been assaulted on an elevator or something. He said he felt about an inch high after this, but he caught the next elevator.