The kid just about jumps out of his skin when he comes out the door and finds Eliot standing there. "I know who you are, an' I know where t'find you," he informs him stonily. Both lies, but also both easily remedied. "Which I won't have t'do so long as you keep your mouth shut."
It's a calculated risk, giving the event more significance in the guy's eyes like this, but Eliot has the nagging feeling Damien doesn't realize how recognizable his face is in this town and how easily one wrong word could bring things crashing down on him. So he listens to the kid's stammered assurances (though thank fuck he's not actually a kid, or he'd be seriously rethinking his employment) and then watches him almost skitter to the elevator... then considers for a moment before pulling his lockpicks and letting himself into the room. It'll probably be better to have this conversation somewhere that's not a public hallway, after all.
He takes a seat in the armchair nearest the bathroom and settles in to wait for Damien to be finished.
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Date: 2017-02-25 05:36 am (UTC)It's a calculated risk, giving the event more significance in the guy's eyes like this, but Eliot has the nagging feeling Damien doesn't realize how recognizable his face is in this town and how easily one wrong word could bring things crashing down on him. So he listens to the kid's stammered assurances (though thank fuck he's not actually a kid, or he'd be seriously rethinking his employment) and then watches him almost skitter to the elevator... then considers for a moment before pulling his lockpicks and letting himself into the room. It'll probably be better to have this conversation somewhere that's not a public hallway, after all.
He takes a seat in the armchair nearest the bathroom and settles in to wait for Damien to be finished.