[Steve's not the only one in the safehouse mostly keeping to himself; there's a girl around his age, wiry and scarred, with hair that's coming back a dark auburn.
She favors her clothes loose-fitting, usually keeps her hands in her pockets.
Today, she's got the same idea as him.
Ellie comes to one of the back rooms, seeking out some form of privacy, but rounds a corner a little too quick and nearly runs into him. Her sudden onslaught of swearing layers together with his.]
Jesus fucking christ-!
[And there is a heartbeat where Steve is in the air, and Ellie parses that drop underneath him, and yanks her hands out of her pockets like she's going to catch him.]
Steve Yeet
She favors her clothes loose-fitting, usually keeps her hands in her pockets.
Today, she's got the same idea as him.
Ellie comes to one of the back rooms, seeking out some form of privacy, but rounds a corner a little too quick and nearly runs into him. Her sudden onslaught of swearing layers together with his.]
Jesus fucking christ-!
[And there is a heartbeat where Steve is in the air, and Ellie parses that drop underneath him, and yanks her hands out of her pockets like she's going to catch him.]
Fuck, nononono don't-