Well, it might not be fine, this type of displacement is incredibly jarring to the psyche and Eliot is still in the process of adamantly not dealing with it. But he nods in agreement anyway, because he gets the point.

"It takes a while to get used to this whole crazy business," he says gently. "I was actually from this same city, in my world, so I already know how to get around and all that, but I can't imagine how foreign it must be to you." He gives Jay's arm a pat. "And I'm not much of a joiner so I haven't registered for Romac or the other group--" he cringes a little at Iman. Shit, he hardly knows anything about her, she might be going great guns for either of the organisations. "No offense if you're with either of them, I just much prefer to be a free agent."

Maybe Eliot's said too much. This whole gathering feels a bit like a competition to be charming and outgoing, and he can't help playing that game; it's his best coping mechanism.