The bar was almost like a hub for the Displaced, especially this bar. Ellie had been one of the people dropped off on the truck alongside Isabela, though they hadn't spoken yet -- Ellie had intentionally hung back from the others at first, the kind of guarded stillness that spoke to someone who had lived in constant mortal danger for an extended period of time.

Slowly, though, she'd planted her feet, and a few people had even seen her smile.

Isabela's being there didn't startle her, but the gesture had her fingers curling in her pocket until she identified it as friendly -- and the question as something that threw her entirely of guard.

"Ellie," she said, blinking a few times, but unable to resist the appeal of the question. Someone asking her to lie?

So she thought for a moment, turning in her barstool to size Isabella up with a smile that shaved off years -- Ellie couldn't be more than twenty.

"My name is Dr. Daniela Star," she said, a grin streaking across her face. "I'm an interstellar smuggler."