"Psh. I don't not like it here." Which is about the laziest sort of excuse she can give. Ellie divides the little scrap of mane into three sections, carefully folding it into a braid. "It's just kind of weird, y'know, after being all over the place or whatever. I mean holy shit, that one kid Chris seriously tried to talk to me about baseball for like an hour yesterday and I don't even like baseball."

Which is sort of petty of her, she knows; she likes baseball just fine. But it's a dumb thing to talk about for so long and she sometimes she just can't stand that stupid kid's face or the nasally sound of his voice and it reminds him of-- she doesn't even know. But it's like being in school and finding herself spacing out because--

"I mean what's the point, right?"