[ It's not the first time she's left the apartment-- Ellie has left a couple of times with Joel to run some errands at the grocery store, but with how many times she's gotten uncomfortable among a crowd of non-infected people, they were short-lived trips that had her coming home early and just letting Joel do his thing. After about the third or fourth attempt, she didn't feel as uncomfortable. Perhaps this would be the last kicker to make her unafraid of leaving her home. ]
[ She's outside within minutes, alone, gun tucked neatly in the waistband of her jeans and hidden under her baggy t-shirt and plaid button up over top. Ellie keeps her phone in her hand, just in case she'll need to call either Joel or Peter upon getting lost. But by the time she makes it down the street, she quickly sees a flash of red and what looks like-- Oh my god is that a set of jets? Ellie had previously hiked her shoulders up to her ears, breathing heavily out of pure nervousness, but the site of a fucking space man has her mouth dropping. ]
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[ She's outside within minutes, alone, gun tucked neatly in the waistband of her jeans and hidden under her baggy t-shirt and plaid button up over top. Ellie keeps her phone in her hand, just in case she'll need to call either Joel or Peter upon getting lost. But by the time she makes it down the street, she quickly sees a flash of red and what looks like-- Oh my god is that a set of jets? Ellie had previously hiked her shoulders up to her ears, breathing heavily out of pure nervousness, but the site of a fucking space man has her mouth dropping. ]
Holy fuck, is that you, Peter?