"Whatever you need to do," he said, holding up a hand. "I'm just going out to see what's out there. If you can do something more productive with that time, that's up to you." He wanted another shot at checking things out. Even if he was playing along for the moment, he was still looking for that way out.
"You're not hard on the eyes," Eliot stated when she said she wasn't pretty. "If the man was screwing around with your supposed best friend, he wasn't thinking right." It was an innocent statement, an honest reassurance that she shouldn't be making judgments on one ass. "Should hit her if you get back. Obviously not something she's sorry for if she deceived you like that. No one would probably think worse for you." Hell, if a friend had done that to him, he wouldn't be walking away with any less than a broken nose. "We're all bitching lately. Comes with nearly being drowned."
He sat up a little straighter, pulling the bottle closer. "I don't think there's going to be any certain reason. Whatever strikes his fancy." He tilted his head. "Must be a heist fan among other things."