Elijah surfed his way back to the cafe. He was running behind which was pretty much par for course for him. Using his much beloved electromagnetism, he could pretty much use any metal objects as a surfboard. There was a lot more he could do metal, but this was by far his favorite thing to do. The sounds of the people below, the hustle and bustle of life less than thirty feet below his feet. This was truly the most freeing thing in the world. A stainless steel pole six feet long and inside diameter of about six inches was his metal broom stick. Flying just above the lamp posts and street lights in that nice little safe zone. Here there was no lights or traffic, pedestrian or otherwise, save for a couple other conduits. He took a glance at his watch, it was only five minutes past three. He only had a couple of blocks to go, hopefully Kiera wasn't going to freak out too much. He would find out soon enough.
He was more worried about the time than he was about the state he was in. His face had the look of someone that had been up for the couple of days straight. That worn out look of someone that just needed some sleep. His clothing was a more than little torn and tattered. The holes and burn marks in shirt, and coupled his jeans that looked like it had been tossed into a shredder. As bad as he looked, as bad as it seemed, he didn't feel all that bad over all. A little tired maybe but nothing that was too out of the ordinary.
Eli turned the last corner before the cafe, his body was completely level with the ground. As he came of his turn he started his descent. When he got to five feet above ground, he jump off his pipe and landed with it in hand. The gravity of the day started to hit him as he landed. With a deep breath, he started rubbing his temples. Resting the pipe on his shoulder, he looked at his hands. His hands started to glow, three out of his ten finger tips were glowing blue. It was the number of power cells left. It was very surprising that he little power left. The two or however many fights he had with that conduit had taken a lot more out of him than he thought. Coupled with all the other work that he had to do on this rather odd day, he couldn't remember how he spent so much power. Unless he started with much less than he thought. It was doubtful and always possible.
Right now there were bigger fish to fry, right now he was there to find Kiera. Looking for a second, his eyes spotted Kiera. "Oh, Kiera. Sorry I'm late, I had ah... I had a thing, uh things." He said somewhat weary, his mind somewhat disheveled. If he could get a refill on a little power, fill his power reserves up he should a little more than fine.