At least of all the people he could have nearly run into, it was someone in a good mood. The sharp movement to avoid the collision had caused some of the tea to slosh out of the take out cup and he switched it to the other hand, wiping the first on the leg of his pants. "Good," he replied.
Long coat and a scarf on a hot LA day? Eliot could see long sleeves but that combination just sounded like asking for heatstroke. Then again, with all the strange folk around, there could have been more to him than he looked. The accent he pegged as British. But again, who knew how much that meant around this place. "Nothing spilled on you?"