Elliott watched his quaking hands, then averted his eyes back to the mirrors and the colored lights blooming in the darkness, reflected endlessly..

"I'm Elliott," he said, shaking himself from the spectacle, but making no move to stand. The man didn't seem to be steady sitting on the floor, let alone trying to stand for the sake of appearances.

"I don't mean to pry, but is there anything I can do to help?" If it's happened before, then he'd know how to handle it, probably?