"You're staring," Eliot finally spoke.
"You're bleeding," Parker answered, keeping in step with him as they made their way out of the building together.
"Well, that doesn't surprise me," Eliot said, wiping at his forehead. Sweat and blood were on his fingertips and he made a face at them before wiping them off on his jeans.
"Your head must hurt."
"Not that bad," he said with a shrug. He looked behind him and surveyed the bottom floor as they reached the end of the hallway they were heading down.
Parker shook her head a little. "No, I mean it must hurt the other person. Like, you must have a really hard head."
Eliot stared at her for a moment. "I can do some damage I guess."