[Oh, Ellie knows that tone. He's not particularly pleased, but seeing as the first thing he did was buy this little project car instead of yell at her, Ellie's sure he's not pissed. So, as she sits on the creaky seat, able to feel the cracked covering scratch at her legs through her jeans, she gives him a smile. See? Can't be mad if Ellie hooked you up with a job that let you get this thing.
For a moment, sitting in the car feels familiar. It's old and smelly just like everything at home, but when she looks out the window, it's definitely not home. The streets aren't blocked by junk, no corpses cooking in the sun, no rusty debris all over the place. Weird sense of nostalgia, that.]
I'm glad he talked to you. [Hopefully Jesse isn't too scared to talk to Ellie, now.]
Umm... I don't know. Where should I wanna go? [Joel gets another smile. She really has no clue.]
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For a moment, sitting in the car feels familiar. It's old and smelly just like everything at home, but when she looks out the window, it's definitely not home. The streets aren't blocked by junk, no corpses cooking in the sun, no rusty debris all over the place. Weird sense of nostalgia, that.]
I'm glad he talked to you. [Hopefully Jesse isn't too scared to talk to Ellie, now.]
Umm... I don't know. Where should I wanna go? [Joel gets another smile. She really has no clue.]