Elias looks between the two, jaw tight and posture tense, but... at last, he relents. The fist clasped tightly to the front of his door loosens, and falls free. He doesn't abandon his bag, but makes no moves to reach into it. As far as he can see it, any attempts to push back simply isn't worth the trouble. Not with so much of his work hanging so delicately in the balance.

He sighs, and nods ahead.

"Lead the way, and I'll follow. If you'll give me the mercy of a dignified walk there, I'd prefer not to be cuffed." He lets out a short scoff of a laugh. "Not as though there are many places to hide if I tried to run, are there?"

The joke, if it is one, is flat.