Eliot, likewise, gave no visible indication he even noticed Sophie. He'd ordered a drink, and he settled in his seat, drinking it while keeping a watchful eye on the two.
"What's to tell?" Lindsey asked, leaning back in his seat. His lip curled in thought, the way Eliot's did from time to time. "I see an opportunity, I take it," he explained, as if that was all the explanation that was necessary. There wasn't an easy explanation, words would fall short, and Lindsey had never been much of a talker. He was more of a doer.