Elliot went along with him. He felt bad for being so rude to him. Especially when Merlin had been nothing but nice to him. But he had to move on now. Not make himself feel any more guilty.
More questions about his work? It was fairly harmless wasn't it? Maybe this was a test? Maybe... He approached the bar with him, adjusting his bag strap again.
"Appletini..." he replied. He was beyond caring about what people thought of his choice of drink. He turned to look to his other side. He was there again. Mr Robot. He just walked in the room, sat down on a far away bar stool and tipped his hat to Elliot. Shit... Elliot turned away from him to half look at Merlin.
"My Dad taught me, actually" he replied eventually. "He had a computer repair shop for a while. Before that he worked as a software engineer. He was good at what he did. Smart..." But how much more could he say? He didn't know. He could tell him more... Maybe?
"He died..." he added, glancing off to the side briefly. "Contracted leukaemia while working for Evil Corp..." he paused. "Company's still going" he smiled sadly.