The maroon-tinted passage pulsed dimly. Maroon was the dominant color of Neg 12, Swan’s floor in the Cumulus, a twenty-nine-year-old upside-down skyscraper that was among the deepest in the city. It descended forty-five floors underground and ascended five above. Everything needed to sustain life was inside it. Besides hundreds of apartments, there was a store for buns, techs, apparel, utensils, medicinals, inebriants and religion. Most of these shops were on the floors closest to the surface, though luxury boutiques were said to exist in the deepest basements where Swan did not have the privileges to enter.
I like Swan's ongoing feud with the snide elevator.
Swan paralysis in the face of any actual human contact: We've all been there, Right?
Just to add clarity, it's more than just his face. Swan's panic attacks incapacitate him completely.
I think you misread my comment.
Oh. I see. i.e. "in response to..."
If I only had a dollar for every time that happened to me!