"Oh," Eliot says, seeing how Jack seems to startle a little. "Sorry about that." He watches him move off and wonders if it's because Jack is used to life-or-death battles on the high seas or perhaps, like John, he simply doesn't like to be touched. In either case, the last thing Eliot wants to do is make him uncomfortable.
He wanders a bit, idly looking at shirts for himself, but nothing immediately jumps out as appealing. If anything he only needs accessories, but he's not about to go that far off and abandon Jack to the wilds. Eliot looks up at the question, smiling a little. It's a simple enough inquiry, but his history makes the answer a bit complicated.
"Rather," he answers after a moment's hesitation. "The world I grew up in...it's similar enough in culture and time period, I think, the differences are almost negligible. Just the names of stores and brands and things. It's still America, or something very much like it. Darrow itself though..." Eliot pauses, considering his words. He's not certain how much sentience he believes this universe to have, and it might be unwise to be outright insulting to his jailer. "Well, it's a little bit small-town for my tastes, if I'm being honest. I used to live in New York for a while, and I don't know if it was as major of a city in your time but oh, it was vibrant."
Eliot smiles, a little wistful at the thought of Manhattan. Maybe there's even an equivalent in this world, but from what he's learned he'll never be able to go there. He'd kill for a Barneys, and ordering things online just isn't the same. "But that's not where I was taken from," he adds, before he notices Jack looking at a table of tees. "Oh yes, that's a good idea, get some base layers. Lots of people just wear those by themselves when it's warmer. You know, if you like to be more casual about it." Which Eliot doesn't, but it would be rude to just impose all his fashion opinions on someone who's just starting out.
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He wanders a bit, idly looking at shirts for himself, but nothing immediately jumps out as appealing. If anything he only needs accessories, but he's not about to go that far off and abandon Jack to the wilds. Eliot looks up at the question, smiling a little. It's a simple enough inquiry, but his history makes the answer a bit complicated.
"Rather," he answers after a moment's hesitation. "The world I grew up in...it's similar enough in culture and time period, I think, the differences are almost negligible. Just the names of stores and brands and things. It's still America, or something very much like it. Darrow itself though..." Eliot pauses, considering his words. He's not certain how much sentience he believes this universe to have, and it might be unwise to be outright insulting to his jailer. "Well, it's a little bit small-town for my tastes, if I'm being honest. I used to live in New York for a while, and I don't know if it was as major of a city in your time but oh, it was vibrant."
Eliot smiles, a little wistful at the thought of Manhattan. Maybe there's even an equivalent in this world, but from what he's learned he'll never be able to go there. He'd kill for a Barneys, and ordering things online just isn't the same. "But that's not where I was taken from," he adds, before he notices Jack looking at a table of tees. "Oh yes, that's a good idea, get some base layers. Lots of people just wear those by themselves when it's warmer. You know, if you like to be more casual about it." Which Eliot doesn't, but it would be rude to just impose all his fashion opinions on someone who's just starting out.