You wanted to escape that elevator as much as I did. Maybe you helped yourself, and I reaped the benefits.

[Again, the continuation of the banter seems to work its magic; a few seconds ago, he might've made his exit like he was being repelled by a magnet, but his stance is settling fractionally here and there, as the conversation and the company both take a turn for the interesting.]

My name for your powers? If that's what you want. Rufus Shinra.