He'd seen her, not when she'd jumped, but sometime during her flight, he'd seen the light from the glyph. She hadn't managed to get him to fly with her yet, but he knew what it was on sight. He just knew even though he didn't know how he knew.
He wandered outside, but being on the ground made him feel so small. He decided the roof was a better option, and more than likely the place she'd come back down when she was ready.
He stopped at the waiting room on Sam's floor to grab the bag he'd brough with him. His dirty clothes were in the bag, but so was a change of clothes -and shoes- for Candy. He slung the bag on his shoulder and headed the stairs and out to the roof.
The air was warmer up there, and the hum of the generators turned the noise of the city below into white noise. Eliot found a ledge to sit on, over looking the strip. The lights weren't as offensive from so high up, and the noise was minimal. He settled himself, in so far as he could, and hoped Candy came down before too long.
And then she was there. He watched her for a moment, until she got the cigarette out. Spinning his legs around, he hopped off his perch and made his way toward her. He sat down beside her without comment, and bumped her shoulder, deliberately, as he settled.