"Huh?" Ellie was, admittedly, drifting off. She's stopped shivering, but she's still cold, and looking at Logan and his rapidly tattered clothing. It reminds her of something, but she can't put her finger on it.

"Oh. The bombs? You just find some fertilizer and some other crap," she says. "Stuff that'll explode. Put nails and crap inside. Y'know..." Her eyes drift closed again.