Eliot's jaw is set so hard she thinks his teeth will break, but eventually the words are forced out, half growled. "Did you shoot me?"

"Of course not, I was a foot behind you." Bela sounds just a bit frustrated, but it bothers her, it really bothers her that he'd ask her that seriously. "What did I tell you when we first met?"

Despite his bleeding, angry shoulder, she can see Eliot huff out a laugh. "That if you got mad at me, you'd come at me from the front. And I'd be armed."

"Exactly." She calms down. He remembered.