Jack watches Eliot's face as he says they assured us we wouldn't need to use that kind of magic and guesses by his shift in mood that there's second half that Eliot isn't saying. Something like but we did anyway or they were wrong. He can't be entirely sure. Eliot had said he hadn't had need for battle magic, so he was either lying or his shift in mood is about the criticism to his schooling, which is...fair, he supposes. He's just met the man, maybe he shouldn't be trying to analyze the ins and outs of Magician-academia.

"Ah." He wants to ask if Eliot had tried to make a difference and failed. He wants to ask what the hell climate change is. Instead, he takes another sip from his cup and tries to work backwards to a subject that feels like more solid ground.

"So...your job here, it doesn't have anything to do with magic?"