"How long d'you think this is gonna last, huh?" That sharpness in her tone carries over to him, drops his voice down low as he leans in over his forward-most foot. Talking about what matters-- about places like this that are damn near extinct by now-- pushes him well beyond the limits of his patience. And she knows that. "How much longer do you think am I gonna last, Ellie, because I tell you what I have not got another twenty years in me for this shit."