Elliot flinches reflexively as Tyrell palms his face. His gaze does a quick zig zag up and down, looking between Tyrell's expression and his hands, searching for something that might send him scrambling for the car door behind him (the locked car door, he remembers, not that that would have stopped him.) but happily, he doesn't find it.

He doesn't understand Tyrell. There are some things he can grasp, that the other man is proud, controlling, intelligent... but his motivators, his background processes... the internal machinery that he seems to see turning in Elliot so clearly, Elliot can't fathom in return.

Maybe that's the advantage of plunging into someone else's world. Perhaps if Elliot had gone to work in Evil Corp, he would have figured Tyrell out and remained enigmatic in return.

"Uh," he says eloquently, eyes swivelling to look as far to the left as he can without actually shaking his head free. What does he say to that? Thanks? You shouldn't have? Sorry about the state of things? He doesn't imagine his world to be a particularly hospitable place. Instead, he finally goes with, "You need somewhere to stay or anything?"

Not a permanent offer. Possibly not an offer at all. An invitation not to immediately abandon him to solitude.