"Yeah, tea would actually be...." Great, Eliot thinks, or it would be if John hadn't just pulled some taxidermy out of a file folder. "Uh," he says intelligently. "What the fuck. Are you sure they're not trying to get one over on you? Because this seems like the exact type of prank I would pull if I were some middle management city official with too much time on his hands."

Eliot looks over the sea of boxes and regrets anew that he hasn't been able to get his magic working yet. He could have this sorted in five minutes if he could just levitate them like civilized people do. He huffs a sigh, shrugs off his coat, and tosses it on one of the stacks.

"This is a shambles," he announces as he starts to roll up his sleeves. "But yeah," he adds with a glance at Kat, "I am curious as to what kind of activity this would be a front for."