Ellie just scowls and folds her arms. It's more hugging herself than anything, but she can convince herself it's just to put something physical between them. Totally.

"Yeah." Ellie looks away, and down at her shoes. They're knockoff converse. Frayed and sort of threatening to die.

She wonders if it sucks for them to have killed someone. The thing is, it doesn't really, for Ellie. She just feels kind of bad that she doesn't regret killing him. Normal people would, right?

It probably doesn't matter. Ellie looks back up at him and forces a smile. It looks somewhat strained.

"So. How do I join?"