Eliot could feel a pang of pain over his left eye, the oncoming headache of having to deal with too much information that he had no idea what to make of it. He rubbed the spot, eyes squeezed shut. His hand disappeared into the inside pocket of his coat and he pulled out the lanyard with the flash drive dangling from it. "This one?"
He caught her eye roll, unable to help rolling his eyes in response. "It's not Santa!" He protested, throwing out his hands. "He ain't even church related, Parker."
None of that sounded familiar. THe frown deepened and he shook his head. "Doesn't sound too bad. Almost fun," he murmured, "but hell if I remember any of that happening."