[Ellie's eyes widen minutely as the other Displaced man picks up the tab for her drink, and it gives her some small amount of pause. She's not used to debts, and strangers, and relying on either of them. It's just a beer, sure, but there's a part of her that never grew out of being put on guard by kindness from older men she doesn't know.

Ellie takes a deep breath in and lets it out, reminding herself of what she can do with it. Fucking relax. She can handle it, even if it does turn out bad. She's got only herself to take care of.]

Would've had me thinking you were from here longer, if it hadn't been for the accent.

[Ellie takes another sip and smiles, wryly.]

Hot showers. Lots of people who don't know how good they have it. A few people who might.