"Yeah." He understood why she'd snapped at him now. If someone went out of their way to make his life a living hell, he wouldn't be receptive to anyone who bore a striking resemblence to them. "I guess you could say that," he replied dryly, shrugging.
"I got that impression between the look and the suggestion that I go slinking off to the nearest sewer." Given his luck in the past couple of months, it made sense that one of the women that would catch his eye happened to loathe someone who he bore a resemblence too. Thank god Hardison wasn't there. Eliot never would have heard the end of it.
The gesture wasn't entirely dismissive of the conversation that had led up to that point but he had better things to do than hold a grudge in the matter. "Don't worry about it. Honest mistake."