Eliot looks back over at Hardison worriedly--he doesn't want to let him out of his sight, even if technically he'd be safe. If Moreau wanted them dead they would have been killed already. But still, he can't help but worry.

Reluctantly he follows Carter, his body language and face completely impassive.

He needs to say something.

He needs to say anything.

Maybe he shouldn't. Maybe he should just write Carter off as just another casualty of his life before, and that was that. There was no point in trying to get through to him, he was gonna take down Moreau and that was that, and he'd never see him again...

But he's not that person he used to be anymore.

If Carter has something to say to him, he deserves to hear it.

"...so." Eliot clears his throat. "...you doin' okay?"