No matter what happened to him, Elliot always wore the biggest smile. The smile of someone who was just trying his best, and proud to be doing so... Every time a survivor ACTUALLY picked up his pizza, oh the man would BEAM...

It's the "resting period" between trials, and Elliot's just standing near enough to the other pizza boy in the lobby, looking towards the other boy with a look of... Wistful longing. No, not for HIM. But for HOME... Back in the pizza place... Back with his sister, his dad and his mom... Elliot looks down to his shirt, carefully adjusting his little red shirt's collar, dusting himself off, giving a little smile afterwards, adjusting his visor too. He wants to be in tip-top shape for the next trial. Yeah, sure, it's a fight to survive, but he wants to look at least SOMEWHAT professional when he's doing his "job" of healing everyone around him. Elliot softly whistles a familar melody he remembered from home, his eyes shutting happily as he does so, a little smile on his lips. Oh, that happy smile! Almost permenant. Only time it wavers is whenever he gets hurt, or... Well, dies... But, hey! He tries to keep a smile! Not just for his sake, but for everyone's.