If I was stuck in an elevator with Stevie for several hours, and she would be, as you say, likely aggravated, then the last thing I'd do is ask her about her dirty laundry. I respect her way too much for bull**** like that.
Instead, I'd talk to her about music - her own, her favorite songs and bands and albums, etc.
AND I'd just so happen to have Bella Donna on vinyl tucked under my arm so I'd ask her very very nicely to sign it.
