Amused at Eliot's lack of concern and party story, he closes the door, enters the kitchen and proceeds to thoroughly inspect the refrigerator in search of something sweet.

"Close. I work for the Inspection Department."

He looks over his shoulders when the man starts talking about hallucinations. He is not sure whether their conversation taking that turn is a good thing or not.

"They don't. But if I'm hallucinating this much, keeping my job will be the least of my concerns." Would his bosses wait for him to become sane again? Perhaps give his sister a small pension for his past efforts? "I can't see how being psychic could be useful for any of us, though."

Color him intrigued.