[Ellie is happy to leave the subject of her world, the life she knew, behind. Her enthusiasm renews at hearing his name.] Bad. Ass. That's such a knight name. I totally bet you've fought a dragon.
[There's no flicker of recognition on her face.]
[She looks over her shoulder, down the long hallway before them. They've stayed in one place for pretty long; it's probably safe. That was a stupid move, though, just assuming. She got way too caught up in this, but it's still pretty fucking cool.]
[She's not relinquishing it, though. She keeps half an eye on Carver as she gently jiggles the handle of a locked door, listening carefully for sounds of movement before she pulls out a knife, shimmying it in the space between the door and the frame, a novel approach to lockpicking.]
no subject
[There's no flicker of recognition on her face.]
[She looks over her shoulder, down the long hallway before them. They've stayed in one place for pretty long; it's probably safe. That was a stupid move, though, just assuming. She got way too caught up in this, but it's still pretty fucking cool.]
[She's not relinquishing it, though. She keeps half an eye on Carver as she gently jiggles the handle of a locked door, listening carefully for sounds of movement before she pulls out a knife, shimmying it in the space between the door and the frame, a novel approach to lockpicking.]