Parker is talking to them both about a much needed disguise and Eliot's complaining about the required formal wear. He even goes as far as to insult the fashion icon that is the bowtie, which really is where Hardison draws the line.

"I'll have you know that bowties," Hardison starts, half distracted by the computer screen infront of him and far too focused on typing and coding to really pay attention to what he is saying, "are cool."

Two seperate groans echo through the coms after he speaks and it takes him a second to recall his words. When he does he smirks and lets out a quiet laugh as he leans an inch or so further back in his seat: just far enough to stretch, but not too far from the security monitor he's breaking into on his computer.

"Hardison," comments a very patient sounding Parker, "we agreed that there would be no more Doctor Who quotes on missions."

"Especially," grits out a frustrated Eliot, "through comms we are all forced to listen to."

Alec stretches his arms above his head and lets out a single laugh. "You're right, you're right my bad." He relents, cracking his neck before he leans back up and into his computer screen.

"Won't happen again. Promise"