Eliot was going to have so many words with his partners after this. So many.

"Panic room in the basement?" he suggested, trying to edge his way back from the death throes of the hammerhead without getting in the way of Hardison's wild swinging or Parker's flamethrower. (So many words.) He made it past the kitchen island, only to see a tiger shark draped across the entrance to the basement stairs. ". . . Or just, you know . . . outside."

In the storm. Full of sharks.

Eliot missed the alien abductions and getting turned into cartoon animals.