Riding an elevator with a talking monkey. ...Honestly this wasn't anywhere near as unusual as some of the other things that had happened in this place. He was probably a perfectly nice monkey; nothing to be uncomfortable about.

Atsuro scratches at the back of his head briefly.

"It's to save time when you want to go up taller buildings. Some of us aren't very... fit."

He was, of course, the epitome of good health and youthful vigor.

"............Not to be rude, but... are you a demon? Or a normal talking monkey?"