[ This time he's fast enough to get out of the splash zone, for all the good it does him. At least he knows what Adrian meant when he said not to touch him. Eliot backs up a couple more steps just in case; he's resistant to a lot of things but something tells him it would be a little different from being dosed with some psychotropic drug in a concrete holding cell somewhere. ]

Stop with the— [ here he wiggles his fingers ] —already, Carla's gonna have to be the one to clean up your shit, asshole.

[ He ignores the vegetable comment, because he is a mature grown adult man, in favour of focusing on what's important, which is: ] And yeah, great job, everyone from here to the damn fringes now knows you're investigating a murder. I'm so glad I have you around to make my life more difficult.