Not so much behind him, really, since Eliot's not about to give the snotty rich boy any delusions by trailing along in his wake here and now. He knows the job, and he'll assume the appropriate position where necessary in public, but there's no way he's playing into Moreau the Younger's delusions of superiority, no matter how much money and supposed influence he has at his finger tips. Not when the kid's barely older than he is. He also makes a note to do something about his situational awareness, because with the kinds of enemies the Moreaus have, even in his own home he should be more alert than he appears to be now.
"No, that you can't," he agrees, mild still. "I'll be doin' my job whether you like it or not," he adds as they reach the main security monitoring room. Eliot sweeps the three men already there with an assessing gaze, matching faces and names to the profiles he's already read on all of the house's staff, not just the security team under his direct authority.
"Richards, Montoya, Esposito," he greets the men, each with a precise nod, refusing to be even remotely intimidated by the fact they've all got at least a decade on him. "No, I'm sure I'll be just fine here, Mr. Moreau." Because he's capable of showing the expected level of respect when it's called for, which it definitely is in front of underlings, and he tips his head respectfully. "Thank you kindly for your time."
And he turns back to his new subordinates, a feral smile on his face as soon as it's out of view of the boss. Because it doesn't take a rocket scientist to tell these guys think they're the sharks and he's fresh meat in the water, and he's got a bit less than half an hour to disabuse them of that notion.
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Date: 2017-01-23 09:05 am (UTC)"No, that you can't," he agrees, mild still. "I'll be doin' my job whether you like it or not," he adds as they reach the main security monitoring room. Eliot sweeps the three men already there with an assessing gaze, matching faces and names to the profiles he's already read on all of the house's staff, not just the security team under his direct authority.
"Richards, Montoya, Esposito," he greets the men, each with a precise nod, refusing to be even remotely intimidated by the fact they've all got at least a decade on him. "No, I'm sure I'll be just fine here, Mr. Moreau." Because he's capable of showing the expected level of respect when it's called for, which it definitely is in front of underlings, and he tips his head respectfully. "Thank you kindly for your time."
And he turns back to his new subordinates, a feral smile on his face as soon as it's out of view of the boss. Because it doesn't take a rocket scientist to tell these guys think they're the sharks and he's fresh meat in the water, and he's got a bit less than half an hour to disabuse them of that notion.