The small smile, she decided to decipher as understanding. It made her current situation a little less awkward. "It's totally bizarre, you sound just like him, too," she informed Eliot, unable to get over the fact just yet. "Have you run into him? Lindsey McDonald? It would be like looking at a mirror."
Cordy thought about that. "An evil, skeevey mirror." She squinted as she stepped into the sun, pulling her sunglasses over her eyes as her new acquaintance leaned against the building. "So, not a lawyer. What do you do, anyway?"