Eliot was there, looking rather grimmer than usual, even for him. He stayed off to one side and listened.

So. The anchors of his world weren't the anchors of this one, then. Good to know.

He couldn't fly or shoot electricity, and frankly, Parker and Hardison might kill him (ha) if he volunteered to play distraction to anything else, after Kenzi. So while part of him was raring to -- was always raring to -- dive in and fight, this time it seemed like he was better off staying behind with his crew.

None of them were up for being separated very long, today.