He shut the door behind her and then followed her into the living room. Instead of sitting down in one of the chairs, he crossed his arms and leaned against the arm chair, by all appearences, casual. As she studied the room, he studied her, trying to get a feel for his new roommate. The way she carried herself, he'd guess she'd seen a fight or two.
"Shelter, few pieces of clothing, sometimes a vehicle. Seems fair enough when you remember we can't leave," he replied, shrugging as he glanced around. "Don't know if you've been told yet but take that PDA to the bank and they'll give you a hundred. After that, you're on your own to get what you need." He gave her a wry smile. The one thing that pissed him off about the place was his multimillion account was gone and he was starting over from scratch. While he didn't love money like Parker, he'd worked his ass off and had a few near misses to earn it. It also meant he had to go looking for jobs or find a legal one. The latter he'd done. "There's a few places looking to hire around here."
He frowned in thought at her next comment. "Makes me wonder where you've been." He'd seen some hellholes in his time, third world prisons and hideouts, but none of them had been a six year stint. Eliot pushed away from the chair, motioning towards the far door. "That one would be yours."