Precariously balancing a stack of crates with his arms, Elliot effortlessly made his way back towards his station, never missing a step or beat as the rather large pile continued to swoop and dive, yet not once slipping. Some stacks of other applications for new trainers were inside, and others had to be whatever the rest of the team had chosen to order - probably some ridiculous equipment or whatever the hell it was, maybe security technology, he didn't really care -, but the bottom crate kept making a strange crackling noise, occasionally lighting up on the inside as though something were inside.
Only a bit away from his door, and he realized there was a figure in front. His first thought was to think that some clueless and lost person managed to find their way to his office, but as he drew closer, it turned out that was, in fact, not a stranger. A perpetual frown deepened against his features, his golden eyes warily inspected over her. Didn't look like she was carrying anything around. "So," Elliot started, "You better not be here to mess with me again, Claire."