Lost to panic the elven sorceress continued to run.  One of the lacquered stocks in her hair clattered to the concrete and her long golden tresses fell out to stream behind her.

She nearly slammed into the elwvator, somehow surmising it was some form of aperture even in her panic.  Unfortunately it's function was beyond her.  After mere moments she surrendered the attempt, never identifying or realizing what the call button meant.

Spinning she continued running into the depths.