"Didn't end well?" Mr Robot asked, his tone feigning aggressive concern. "The government don't care about you, him or anyone, Elliot. You know this! But you're too busy sinking into your new life in this illusion!"
Elliot didn't even flinch. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened. He had to just ignore it. He needed to get away. His anxiety was getting the better of him and now he was running out of ways to keep a conversation going. Picking up his drink, he downed the last of it and placed the glass down with a heavy clack.
"Maybe..." he paused, picking up his bag and making sure it was secure over his shoulder. "I need to go..." he said awkwardly. He pulled his hood up first. That was a good start. Picking up pace, he walked to the door quickly. Realising how it looked, he stopped and looked back. "I'll see you around, I guess... Thanks..." and with that he was off.