[She shrugs, remembers he can't see her, and vocalizes it.] Yeah. [Because... it is. So what? That's just life. Ellie is kind of starting to hate the feeling that she's weird for being practical (especially after working so hard and fighting so long to become someone this practical).]

In a fancy schmancy bedroom. Or it was, like, a billion years ago. It's weird, there are no moths? But everything looks like it's been eaten by a shitload of moths.