[ Yeah, that awkward silence that follows? She's used to it at this point. It's almost sickening that no one can fathom the shit she's been through. If it weren't for Joel being here, she'd feel alone in all this. ]

There's... Really no use in apologizing, dude. I mean, it was my life.

[ She pauses a moment, realizing that she's gathered her knees up to her chest, phone pressed hard against her ear. It's honestly nice to talk to someone about it-- Joel isn't much of a talker when it comes to what they've been through. She listens intently to what Peter has to say. He's probably the fourth or fifth person to confirm this place isn't so bad, that the people aren't entirely dangerous-- Or at least as dangerous as she's used to. ]

[ Ellie smiles briefly at the offer of help. It's not an offer she isn't used to, but the last time she was offered protection it was from the man who damn near raped her and skinned her alive to eat afterwards. But there's a tone in Peter's voice that she doesn't recognize, something gentler in delivery. ]

[ Ellie laughs, and it's nervous. ]

Honestly? You're the first dude besides Joel to... You know, act like you care and it doesn't sound like bullshit.

[ A beat. ]

You'll have your plasma blaster with you if I go, right?