Elijah scoffed as Chase remarked that he probably had time to change. He gestured toward Mac with his head. "And risk this one leaving me behind? Fat chance," he remarked. Almost immediately Erik's footfalls could be heard as he strode up, making his own "clever" jab. Everyone had commentary about Eli's escapade into the pool, it seemed. Eli arched an eyebrow at the demigod. "Doesn't get this warm in London, no. Besides, I sometimes find a quick dip before a hunt refreshing. Keeps me on my toes. You should try it sometime," he remarked dryly. The fact that the young man was brandishing a sledgehammer of all things wasn't lost on him. He had little doubt that the demigod could wield it with the same dexterity that a Elijah himself could wield a mallet, but all the same it hardly seemed fitting. Mackenzie, predictably, had her own thoughts on the matter.
Davenport retreated into the passenger's seat of the truck before anyone else saw fit to comment on his state, but if he thought he'd be safe there he was soon proven wrong... albeit for different reasons. Almost immediately Mac turned to address the three of them like a trio of unruly children before a road trip. Mac warned the three of them -- in no uncertain terms -- that she would make their lives a living hell if she got so much as a scratch on her during the hunt. Not because she was scared. Not because she needed to get back to Will and Skye in one piece. No. But because she wanted to be allowed to keep hunting without Will hounding her. In all honesty, the rant was equal parts amusing and terrifying... and yet Elijah couldn't bring himself to blame the woman for her sentiment. Calling Will "overprotective" would be charitable.
Elijah gave Mac a wink. "Understood, luv. We'll get you back to your Mother Hen safe and sound and make sure you don't break any nails along the way." He glanced down at his floorboard where he had tossed his bag full of clothes, sat alongside his boots. Without a word, as they pulled onto the highway, Eli grasped the wet hem of his shirt and peeled it away from his torso, followed by his pants and socks: arching his back and struggling to maneuver in the tight confines of the passenger seat. If he had any concerns about the others in the truck eyeing him as he changed, he didn't indicate it. Instead, he calmly reached down into the bag he had brought to pull on a fresh -- and more importantly, dry -- pair of jeans, a short-sleeved shirt, socks, and the hiking boots.
As Elijah painstakingly went about the process of undressing & dressing, he spoke up loud enough to be heard over the music. "So, any guesses as to what we're dealing with? Wendigo might not mind a solitary environment in the wilderness, but they consume most of the body down to the marrow. Never heard of them removing a few organs and leaving the rest. Besides, I've never heard of one this far southwest." He paused, glancing back toward Mac and Chase. "And you two did deal with an organ thief back when we were all in Vitae..." his voice trailed off.