"I don't-" Eliot grunts in frustration. He can't just say he doesn't know. "I hadn't finished the full fucking...perimeter sweep of your apartment, no," he starts to explain. "It's the same process I used upstairs so it will work once it's done but..." he sighs. "It's supposed to keep hostile shit out and I don't know if that...thing being in your living room means it snuck in and just decided to turn visible or if it had been there since the beginning." He can only offer Martin an apologetic shrug.

He doesn't want to open the door and check on it, because he doesn't know if it would be worse to see it still standing there or just right up against the door, since they're apparently living by film rules tonight. Well. Eliot's not keen on dying.

"Well, okay I'm going to need a bit to...scrape together some kind of plan here, erm. I am really sorry about this, it can't be how you'd planned to spend your evening." Eliot offers his hand to the cat, fingers loosely curled for it to sniff. "So anyway Martin, how about you introduce me to your adorable friend?"