Ellie would probably understand the sneaking thing if she wasn't keyed up. She's had to be quiet as anything in order to just not get killed for much of her life. It's a thing!

"You guys sound like you got last names for first names," she says. It's trying to be a joke and isn't working; normally she's much funnier than this in her own head. She hasn't met Hardison. She knew an Eliot, but she has no idea if this one is the same. Didn't Eliot die? He was a magician. Parker doesn't strike her as the type who comes from a magic world, but what the fuck does she know?

"I mean instead of weird ass shadow people who jump into rivers or bang around in movie theatres," she answers, deadpan. "Who the fuck knows in this place. I'm probably just hearing shit, but you can look for yourself if you wanna."