Skye. Okay. Got it. [ And then a look of incredulity crosses Ellie's face. Easier for people to accept while they're still young? ] And, uhh. No offence? But that's total bullshit.

[ When Ellie began coming to her senses in this place, found herself surrounded by people poking her and prodding her, needles being injected into her, people doing tests on her, she'd been scared out of her fucking mind. What made things even worse was the fact that she was too weak to fight back. For what must have been weeks, she could barely muster the coordination and strength to speak, let alone scramble to her feet and defend herself.

And Joel had been nowhere to be seen. Is still nowhere to be seen.

Oookay. A stab of panic is trying to rise up her chest and throat like bile. She swallows hard, shifts on the spot, a tight expression crossing her young face. She throws a glance out towards the wastelands that spreads ahead of her, seems to go on and on and fucking on like a bleak nightmare, then quickly sets her attention back on the woman. ]

How about we, uh. Get the hell outta here. This place gives me the creeps.