Eli smiled and ignored the Statements made. "You were at that café, latte something or another. Got a thing for the girl, do yah? She's cute but not really my taste. More of a tomboy kinda guy myself, not Butch but I have trouble to with women who hold their own." Eli said with a snap if the fingers, an added exclamation point.

Not a few seconds later the wondrous personal assiant Eva Adams walked in. "Oh my g-d Eli! Did you just burn yourself again!?  There are doctors and all kinds things to help you with tbags!" Eva held what looked to be freshly laundred clothes in one hand and covered her nose with the other.

"You got some clothes?"

"Yeah, but who is he?"

"Some shitdick that fancies himself a member of whatever stupid shit they got going on here. Has anyone called about buy a copy of Dr. Zhivago?" 

"Yeah, it wasn't long before everything happened at New Sun."

"Great." Eli said before taking the bag of clothes and getting dressed. Thanks to Eva Adams selected clothing Eli looked better then he had in a long time. A white Egyptian cotton slim fit shirt, a waistcoat and jacket covered his upper body. While a pair of blue jeans, and tony lamas covered the lower half. Eva Adams had even thought to bring him a watch. Even though this was not nor would ever be anything Eli would ware on his own accord, even he had to admit he looked every refined and sophisticated. He loathed it completely, oh he looked great but in his own mind Eli hated it. Still Eli wasn't on look a gift horse in the mouth.

Eli turned back to Nate. "Well Mr. Shitdick. Care to show me around this place and help me find a place to eat? Flyins a workout like none other."


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