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[notathreat]

Y'know the type.

[He's a criminal profiler, right? Even in the comics Ellie's read, she figures it gives him some insight. Even beyond that, she's betting that he's run into his share of bullies.]

Somebody who can't stand feeling weak, so they turn around and hurt somebody just to make themselves feel better.

[lifetothefullest]

Oh, yeah, my favorite type of person.

[The sarcasm is surely obvious, even if his tone is laced with fake cheer.]

Did they arrive in the same group that you did?

[notathreat]

Isn't it everybody's?

[Ellie responds with a bang-up impression of the same tone, rolling her eyes to the strung lights across the ceiling.]

Yep. Before we even got inside.

[lifetothefullest]

As though the whole arrival process isn't unpleasant enough.

[At least she doesn't seem too horribly upset by it, but still. As they talked about, Lance is very concerned about what the new arrivals have to deal with and the impact it might have on them, and things like this happening are not great.]

[notathreat]

[Ellie shrugs. Getting swung at is nothing new for her, though she's glad it happened to her and not someone else, either someone unprepared for a sudden blow, or more inclined to return it.]

It did give me a leg up in figuring out... you know.

[It's not likely they'll be overheard, but Ellie makes a significant wiggling motion with her fingers anyway.]

[lifetothefullest]

[He doesn't bother to hide his amused expression at the gesture; it's funny how some things are so universally understood without anyone ever deciding on the meaning, and that's one of them.]

I suppose it would. I didn't figure anything out until a bat monster tried to eat me.

[That's... Not even slightly an accurate depiction of what happened, but it doesn't really matter; the monster attack was a worldwide thing so he isn't concerned about it being overheard, but if he described what actually happened there would be a lot of quesitons.]

[notathreat]

That sounds like a story I have to hear.

[Ellie glances over at the bar, where her boss has her back to them, arranging the new stock on the bar display, cycling out bottles.]

Y'know. When you feel like telling it.

[lifetothefullest]

[His gaze follows hers, then flickers back.]

Yeah, anytime. You'll probably make fun of me, though.

[Which is probably a bonus to her, and he isn't at all bothered by the prospect; the story will sound ridiculous and he knows it.]

[notathreat]

[Ellie bites back a laugh, because he's right.]

Don't worry, I've got plenty you can bust my balls over too.

[lifetothefullest]

We'll have to trade stories, then.

[Then they can both laugh, which he's sure is something they can use being able to look forward to.]