"Maybe..." he replied flatly. Q was a bit more believable. But the entire James Bond premise seemed unrealistic to Elliot. He wondered if James Bond would ever turn up in Preya... Was it possible? If ladies with knives for legs was a real thing then maybe?
He lifted the new Appletini and sipped it. A part of him really just wanted to get home, feed his fish, go on his computer. Another part wondered where he might be able to get morphine. Another part told him not to think things like that. He had a few more things to do at the conference and he was staying in a hotel room. He couldn't go home yet.
"James Bond movies are just an excuse for rich people to circle jerk about their power and poor people to dream about achieving" Elliot shrugged again. Shit there it was again, he needed to just close his mouth. This is why he didn't talk much. Why he wasn't very social. He just didn't know how. But he couldn't afford for Mr Robot to step in. Things could get worse.
"You worked for the government. I worked for small companies and corporations, one which I fucking despised. I haven't decided how I feel about this job yet" he paused. "You're okay. You seem kinda different. I know what it's like to be different"