Eliot looks up at mention of the potential danger of other sentinels, his eyes shadowed and his expression tight. "Not anymore," he admits, even though he probably shouldn't, because it tells McGarrett a hell of a lot that it's not necessarily safe--for Eliot--for him to know. About what he's done, what he's been. "Not for a good while now."

He scrubs a hand through his hair and frowns at the other man, confusion obvious under the still vibrating tension of him. "What the hell're you talking 'bout, man?" he finally asks, even as he picks up the business card and eyes it. What's in my court? How what works?" He's definitely lost the plot, but then he's still on edge enough that his mental processing... well, it could be better after the last few days.