[She rolls her eyes.] Yeah, yeah, you were late and missed orientation. [The way his eyes glide over her hiding-spot, to then comment on her comfort... it makes her nervous. It reminds her of the cold in a way this place's plummeting temperatures don't.]
You're saying you've- fuck!
[Speaking of shadows, there's one, right on time. It looks like the bleary memory of a dog, or something canine; the way the legs move aren't right in a way Ellie can't put her finger on, and doesn't care to analyze. In a moment, she's scrambling back up the slide, not inside but on top. Higher ground is good; the thing isn't huge, and might not be smart enough to figure out how to climb to her. What the other guy does, well, shit. It's not like she can help him.]
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You're saying you've- fuck!
[Speaking of shadows, there's one, right on time. It looks like the bleary memory of a dog, or something canine; the way the legs move aren't right in a way Ellie can't put her finger on, and doesn't care to analyze. In a moment, she's scrambling back up the slide, not inside but on top. Higher ground is good; the thing isn't huge, and might not be smart enough to figure out how to climb to her. What the other guy does, well, shit. It's not like she can help him.]