That was something Eliot couldn't say anything about. There were some aspects of the relationship between women that continued to mystify him. "Of course," he echoed, nodding once before shaking his head. "That's people for you. Doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman. Sometimes they'll say one thing to your face while stabbing you in the back." He'd learned that lesson more than once and the hard way at that.
Eliot pulled the phone from his pocket and wordlessly held it up, confirming that he did. Those boards seemed to be the way to get a hold of everyone. He glanced down at her hand on his arm. "Don't worry. Only way I'd hit a woman was if she hit me first and intended on killing me," he said, grinning.