"No, seems a lot of people aren't happy with the situation." Eliot rolled his shoulders until something cracked and then he relaxed. "But the good news is it'll all be gone soon. Once Christmas is over, definitely by New Year's, I'd imagine. I hope." Because really, there was no place for elves and mistletoe in January.
"Until then, I will ignore it as best I can." Which, to be honest, he wasn't having much success. He woke up grouchy, and he went to sleep grouchy because of it. But that was all on him, and he knew it. He shrugged and let his gaze drift around the immediate area. "Seems like a nice place for training. Sparring, and whatever." The comment was casual, off hand, because Eliot didn't remember being here before. This was the first he'd come out this far.