Elliot is relieved to be out of the disguise, and further relieved when instructions aren't forthcoming that send him back outside the tent. He's still pretty tense about pretending to be an alien - he hasn't even mastered humanity yet and he was born into that one. After a moment of standing, he sits, no pillow, one knee drawn up and the other crossed under it.

"Not much," he admits, with no humor in his face to offset that. Just half of a shrug. "Back home, computers." Here? Not so much. The foldable data pads interest him, but he hasn't been here long enough to really tamper with them yet, and despite mentions of technology in the briefing all these rituals and camping and nature seem pretty distant from the urban lifestyle he's used to.