Who doesn't like Eliot? Eliot's like pudding. Everyone loves pudding. Oh, unless he's an ex or something. I could see that being awkward. Better not get into it. It might bring up some bad feelings.

"Oh."

Why?

"Would you...would you like some whiskey or something?" She nodded in the direction of the fire station, just up the street. "I know where Jack hides the good stuff. And honestly, you look like you could use a belt."