Martin knows, deep down, that John is right - the crime was victimless. Apart from the vaguest of ethical concerns, his primary issue was about John having some mysterious accomplice, and that's been more or less put to rest since she's no longer, well, mysterious. Kat also brings up a good point in that she hasn't blown their cover before this unexpected reunion - it really does seem like Eliot just brought her here by sheer coincidence. So, there's nothing exactly for him to get het up about.
He still thinks he's well within his rights to be a bit annoyed - and he certainly doesn't see how his having invited Eliot in any way counters the issue of Kat having blurted out ostensibly sensitive information to him - but it's difficult to maintain that sense of righteousness when everyone else in the room is, well, laughing about it. It's also difficult not to feel that they're all laughing at him, or like they're all in on the joke together and he's just here, being no fun at all. He knows that's just him being childish; but it does sting a bit. Especially with the way John just lights up to see Kat, though he's trying to ignore that part of it.
He clears his throat, endeavoring to appear a little more relaxed. "Not a front for any kind of mob, no," he says mildly. "Questionable origins aside."
Eliot's offer, such as it is, is a surprise he's not sure how to take. God knows they could indeed use the help, but he hadn't invited Eliot here for that purpose.
"We're, erm..." He looks around at all the boxes. "These are our records. People like us, I mean. The city agreed to let us sort of... take over organization? I suppose that's a bit of a front. For the X-Files thing, I mean." He's not decided if he's going to say anymore about that in front of Kat. He'd explained a bit to Eliot already, but she's still an unknown element to him. He's sure she'll ask, but John can field that if he likes.
Not willing to take Eliot up on his offer right away but neither willing to shoo him off after inviting him, Martin turns away a bit stiffly and says, "Can I get anyone some tea?"
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He still thinks he's well within his rights to be a bit annoyed - and he certainly doesn't see how his having invited Eliot in any way counters the issue of Kat having blurted out ostensibly sensitive information to him - but it's difficult to maintain that sense of righteousness when everyone else in the room is, well, laughing about it. It's also difficult not to feel that they're all laughing at him, or like they're all in on the joke together and he's just here, being no fun at all. He knows that's just him being childish; but it does sting a bit. Especially with the way John just lights up to see Kat, though he's trying to ignore that part of it.
He clears his throat, endeavoring to appear a little more relaxed. "Not a front for any kind of mob, no," he says mildly. "Questionable origins aside."
Eliot's offer, such as it is, is a surprise he's not sure how to take. God knows they could indeed use the help, but he hadn't invited Eliot here for that purpose.
"We're, erm..." He looks around at all the boxes. "These are our records. People like us, I mean. The city agreed to let us sort of... take over organization? I suppose that's a bit of a front. For the X-Files thing, I mean." He's not decided if he's going to say anymore about that in front of Kat. He'd explained a bit to Eliot already, but she's still an unknown element to him. He's sure she'll ask, but John can field that if he likes.
Not willing to take Eliot up on his offer right away but neither willing to shoo him off after inviting him, Martin turns away a bit stiffly and says, "Can I get anyone some tea?"