"Well, yeah. I mean who doesn't, right?" Which is all she really plans to say on the matter until the silence that follows seems to mean he might want the point elaborated or something. Which wow, awkward. Ellie shoves her hands deeper in the pocket of her sweatshirt and stares at the pavement just in front of her feet.

She shrugs. "I don't know, that Williamson kid isn't bad. He kind of looks like a kicked puppy." And is like five years older than her, but she's pretty much banking on the fact that Joel probably doesn't know one not-quite-teenage-anymore boy from the next. "And can't hit jackshit with a gun from like ten yards away either. It's kind of sad."

Really adorably sad.