"Rebecca." It wasn't a question, exactly, for Elliot had already crossed the room and reached out to snag a chair by the time he was speaking the woman's name. "Elliot Peabody." He expected that she'd recognize him, but offering up the name seemed the polite thing to do.
"I apologize for being late - traffic was worse than usual in San Jose." Granted, he was only late by a few minutes, but Elliot was used to the hyper-punctual CORE higher-ups. Apparently his lab assistant was rubbing off on him.