He's got a point. Ellie's brain isn't functioning at full capacity, and she sighs. Even after it heals--

"This is where I got bitten," she says, and while she can't really manage lifting her arm, that it moves a little is indication enough. "I used to hide my arm. The bite scar. Until I burned it off and got my tattoo."

The bumped, scarred skin is harder to notice with the ink.

"I can hide from B 'til I think of a new tattoo."