It was an odd quick of his companionship that whenever Rudolf went up to meet someone important in one of their big impressive ivory spires he did so via freight elevator, inevitable followed by a long trek up the stairs. He'd tried leaving his bodyguard outside once, long ago, and had treated himself to an elevator. He'd quite enjoyed the experience, in much the same way a man wandering through the desert after three days with no water enjoys finding a small, algae sick puddle with a dead scorpion floating in it. He still had the music the dull music that had been piped into that elevator on a personal playlist, for whenever he wanted to dream. Then the doors had opened up on a circle of men holding very nasty looking sticks who proceeded to give him a thorough reminder on why he traveled with a bodyguard in the first place.

So he suffered the stairs.

He made it the floor where the maintenance workers he and GG had shared the ride partway up with had told him he could find Mr. Huts office, stumbling out the door in a red faced haze and doubling over to catch his breath. Behind him GG negotiated carefully with the door, fitting his head and one paw in and performing an impressively flexible series of twists until he sat like an elephant in the room.

"Ri...Ri...Right!" Rudolf stammered, puling himself up and cursing his slovenly nature. "Let's go boy." He made his way down the hall toward Mr. Huts office, the tromping steps of GG behind him causing heads to dart out of doorways for a look and then just as quickly dart back.