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Eliot Spencer [Leverage] (idonthaveatv) wrote in payline,

Eliot offered a smile and a slight nod in greeting. So this was the man he'd spoken to on the network, who had said they had sparred together. Eliot had no memory of that day, he had no memory of being in this place before. That was almost as unsettling as the fact he was here at all, in this fake Las Vegas he couldn't leave, with no way to contact the rest of the team.

"I didn't mean to interrupt," Eliot stated. He looked toward the target, apology sincere in his expression. "I was really just out for a walk." He stuffed his hands in his pockets to try and combat the chill in the air. The cold didn't bother him over much, he actually found it invigorating, though his fingers tended to get stiff in the cold.