Parker lay on top of him, "And we're getting out of here, when?"

Eliot brought his hand up, squinted at his watch and sighed, "Two minutes less than the last time you asked."

Parker huffed, "I'm bored."

"I'm not exactly entertained here either." he drawled.

"I have a tattoo, wanna see it?"

Eliot grinned, "Is it on your butt?" He grunted as she slammed her elbow down on his ribs.

"It's Tweety." she pulled at the shoulder of her sleeve, exposing the yellow bird on her upper arm. "Do you have any tattoos?"

"Nope."

She tilted her head, staring at him, "Where'd you get that scar by your mouth?"

Eliot looked away, squirming a bit.

"Well?" she prodded when he didn't reply.

"I was ten, it was a lion and I'm pretty sure it's time to get out of here."

"Not yet." Hardison's voice came over the communicator. "I wanna hear about the lion."