[ The guy gets a guarded, pissed off side-eye at that doorbell remark, but then Ellie makes herself draw in a deep breath. Sets her forearms on the cold metal dining table, fork clutched tightly in her hand, shoulders slightly hunched and tense as she stares down at her food. Okay. Fuck. She's okay. Nothing to worry about. She's just a little jumpy, is all. Hard not to be when, back in her world, anything that approaches you from behind like that is more than likely going to kill you.
Being in this weird fucking place doesn't help. Trying to wrap her head around everything really doesn't fucking help. Existential crisis is putting it lightly. ]
So? Shouldn't sneak up on people like that.
[ Because as far as Ellie is concerned, he totally sneaked up on her.
Ugh. Whatever. Her racing heart is starting to calm now, anyway.
She takes proper hold of her fork again, stabs it into the goop. ]
What the hell is a yeast infection, anyway?
[ She sure as hell knows what an infection is, but yeast? What the fuck is that? What the hell kind of infection would look like what she's eating?
Have fun explaining to her what a yeast infection is, dude. ]
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Being in this weird fucking place doesn't help. Trying to wrap her head around everything really doesn't fucking help. Existential crisis is putting it lightly. ]
So? Shouldn't sneak up on people like that.
[ Because as far as Ellie is concerned, he totally sneaked up on her.
Ugh. Whatever. Her racing heart is starting to calm now, anyway.
She takes proper hold of her fork again, stabs it into the goop. ]
What the hell is a yeast infection, anyway?
[ She sure as hell knows what an infection is, but yeast? What the fuck is that? What the hell kind of infection would look like what she's eating?
Have fun explaining to her what a yeast infection is, dude. ]