Ashcroft's thumb, slender and marred with what seemed to be ash and sulfer, pressed into the 'up' button on the elevator about 30 times in two seconds as he shifted back and forth on his heels. He hadn't had a job to do in what felt like for-fucking-ever, his favorite lighter was stolen from him, and honestly, he hadn't been fucked properly since the blizzard black out a couple of weeks ago.

Ashcroft was, to say the least, on fucking edge.

He'd just stepped into the elevator, about to make his way into the commons to piss off. Well. Someone, anyone that would make the day go by faster, when he paused at the sound of footsteps. Only, those weren't what had caught his attention. It had been the scent. Acrid and stinging his eyes, familiar. Chemicals. The same type that had practically drenched the tall, dark, and insane fucker that had taken his lighter in the first place.

Almost as if summoned, who else turned the corner but the man he'd crossed paths with, and though this time Ashcroft was standing, his chin craned from the height distance. Pushing his hands into his pockets, blonde brows rose as his chin dipped. "Speak of the devil.. " He drawled toward Duncan, grinning. Last interaction they'd had, he told the man his name, and little else. The raw intensity of the associate's curiosity alone piquing his own need to stir up trouble, to play coy.