"Hardison," Eliot growled.
Hardison looked up from his phone, turning to look toward whatever Eliot was glaring at. Across the crowded pub he saw his contact coming in through the door.
"He's here," Hardison said, unnecessarily. He still wasn't sure why Eliot was glowering. It was good that Hardison had a hacker contact who they could work with in England, right?
"Hardison, why didn't you tell me that your gaming buddy was the head of MI6 Q division?" Eliot snarled.
"Uhh... he's what? And how do you know that?" Hardison said.
"Because," said Eliot, "he has a very distinctive cardigan."