Elliot pressed his hands against his trouser pockets; his palms were sweating from his nerves. He had not anticipated that he would tell Temerita Reid of his feelings ever, and certainly not under these circumstances — he blanched, and took a half step back, when she turned with her hands balled into fists.

She was angry with him.

There were, he was sure, a multitude of reasons why she would be angry with them — but his mouth was dry and he was not sure how to respond to her.

He shrugged. "And I'm the one who's —" another gesture, a hand wave to himself. Everything that she was, Elliot was sure he was doubly so.