You look beat to hell, kid. [He says as if he doesn't look the same, if not worse. (Not everyone could be on ground zero in body armor and a helmet.) He hasn't gotten the chance to assess the damage properly and nothing feels broken, but he's definitely got some nasty bruises on his ribs and a swollen ankle.]
You get caught when everything went down? It looked like those things were hittin' hard. [Eliot scrubbed the worst of the dirt and ash off his face and hands before he ordered a drink. His movement is a little stiff, but he's practiced at ignoring injuries a hell of a lot worse than this. Other than his knuckles being scraped raw, there's no reason to guess he was in the middle of everything, and there's plenty of other possible explanations for that.
Which is all to say that Eliot could be any blue-collar guy getting a drink at a shitty bar after the city was attacked. So far, there's no reason to think he doesn't know what's going on.]
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You get caught when everything went down? It looked like those things were hittin' hard. [Eliot scrubbed the worst of the dirt and ash off his face and hands before he ordered a drink. His movement is a little stiff, but he's practiced at ignoring injuries a hell of a lot worse than this. Other than his knuckles being scraped raw, there's no reason to guess he was in the middle of everything, and there's plenty of other possible explanations for that.
Which is all to say that Eliot could be any blue-collar guy getting a drink at a shitty bar after the city was attacked. So far, there's no reason to think he doesn't know what's going on.]