[That is indeed her apartment door, Lorenz—and she breezes right past it, hurrying to the elevator to smack that button. It's the little things in life, you know? All of this new technology is wild, but as she has nowhere to go while they wait for the fuckin' elevator... ah, well.]

There's nothing wrong with my apartment, buuut...

[She draws that short word out, pouting as she does so—but there's that telltale ding of the elevator reaching their floor, so let her step right into the darn thing as soon as the doors open. Hmm, hmm, hmm.]

Yours is just... better, [she admits with a shrug, once again reaching out to smack the button before Lorenz can.] You've put so much thought into it! The colors, the furniture—I can never make up my mind, but you have excellent taste.

[And the couch is very comfortable, The End, now she can go back to looking Chipper as they make their way to the ground floor.]