[She laughs a little. It sounds genuine, or what she thinks genuine laughter sounds like to normal people anyway. Still, she regrets it, and ends up just shaking her head. Get it together, Ellie.]
Fuckin' with you, dude. Though you do seem kinda shady, gotta say.
[A beat. She has to choose trust. You can't run your whole life. And she isn't-- she isn't Joel. She doesn't want to be hard, or cold, or alone. She uncurls her fingers one by one from around her switchblade, and then she sticks her hand out, the move is just quick enough to mask her discomfort with having done it.]
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Fuckin' with you, dude. Though you do seem kinda shady, gotta say.
[A beat. She has to choose trust. You can't run your whole life. And she isn't-- she isn't Joel. She doesn't want to be hard, or cold, or alone. She uncurls her fingers one by one from around her switchblade, and then she sticks her hand out, the move is just quick enough to mask her discomfort with having done it.]
Ellie. My name.