Glancing over to Ben, Elias tried to get a read off his neighbor. Was he believing the story? Elias had heard many terrible things in his life and had lived some of them, himself. Something about this kid drew him in, made him want to watch after him... but his cautious, analytical nature also demanded that every fact be uncovered before Elias proceed further.
It was difficult for Elias to switch to trying to read someone's personality and feelings when he was engaged in fact-finding. Brow furrowing, he turned halfway at the waist and waived down the concierge at the desk past the lobby. When the man came to him, he quietly asked for him to call Charlie out, if she were available, on request of Elias Sandoa, with his guest, Dov Cantor.
"Let's see if she's in," Elias said to the both of them.
There. If Charlie wanted to come, she would. And if not, well... Elias thought about his bank account. It was lighter than it had been in the past, thanks to a certain few gestures he'd made toward two particularly engaging women (in vastly different ways). But if worse came to worst, he was still in a good position to help this kid out. Or at least help him out of the state.
Charlie would be the one to determine Dov's fate. It wasn't quite fair, but Elias' allegiance thusfar was to the militant young woman rather than this waifish boy. He told himself this firmly, to guard against the softening he felt inside his chest.
"Is there no one at home that you can call?" Elias asked, while they waited. "A friend? Relative?"