"He's just doing his job," Eliot said. He didn't bother to answer Hardison's question. He gave Jack a glare for good measure, then turned his focus to Pietro, with a slight nod. He hoped Hardison had the sense to keep his mouth shut.
Eliot didn't sit, and wouldn't sit even if Pietro offered. His reaction time was better, from his feet. he didn't expect any problems, but he knew all too well things could go south, fast, in this sort of setting.