You're okay with everything. You should give zen lessons or something. [That was a pretty terrible read of Elliot, but somewhat understandable with all the different ways he had of subsuming his severe anxiety, which gave him that placid appearance with only the telltale power line hum of taut nerves all around him.

John didn't really mean that he was calm, anyway: more that nothing external seemed to get under his skin, which was different.]

Doesn't anyone ever follow you around stores or anything, like the staff? Ask if they can help you a billion times? I always get that. Yeah, I'm usually stealing, but still.