[She raises a hand in a silent goodbye when she turns to follow Joel. By the door she shucks off her backpack, leaving it by the door with a dull thud, leaving her with only her handgun –– not that she'll need it, but she's never been more than a few feet from her handgun for as long as she can remember, and familiarity is comfort. She then steps out ahead of Joel without looking back. She hasn't even been outside the room yet.
Her eyes fall on the brass nameplate by the door almost immediately, and her name engraved in it. She reaches out to thumb a smudge across its surface, like she needs to double-check that it's real.
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Attagirl.
[She raises a hand in a silent goodbye when she turns to follow Joel. By the door she shucks off her backpack, leaving it by the door with a dull thud, leaving her with only her handgun –– not that she'll need it, but she's never been more than a few feet from her handgun for as long as she can remember, and familiarity is comfort. She then steps out ahead of Joel without looking back. She hasn't even been outside the room yet.
Her eyes fall on the brass nameplate by the door almost immediately, and her name engraved in it. She reaches out to thumb a smudge across its surface, like she needs to double-check that it's real.
Bye, Ellie.]