Whoever the woman had been Callan was clearly as unimpressed with her as he seemed to be with everyone else. Elliot was almost pleased by that she wasn't very nice after all. He didn't get in trouble for his teasing, only earned a huff that he wasn't sure how to read. Then it was quiet again, just the two of them walking side by side on a cool night.<br/><br/>Elliot was yawning and rubbing his eyes by the time he spotted the house at the end of the drive. The last bit of the walk seemed the furthest. He nodded at the instruction rather than complaining that he didn't need a chaperone to go into town. Sol was fine company anyway, he could deal with that or just go during the day. When the door was held open for him he offered a quick smile and stepped through with yet another yawn.<br/><br/>He frowned when told to go to bed, but couldn't actually object. He would normally have been to sleep hours ago.<br/><br/>"Yeah, alright. Have a good night," he mumbled heading for the stairs. Once in his room he remembered to at least kick off his boots before falling into the bed and drifting off to sleep.