[ 'The hell is a guy in his thirties doing hanging out with kids?' That whole conversation is running through her head like a goddamn broken record, and Ellie wants so badly to just believe what she had believed before: that Peter is a super awesome guy and someone she really wants to be friends with. ]

Back at the party?

[ When she can't find the words, she makes a sound of frustration and caves in on herself. ]

Dude, I showed up with a full chamber loaded and a switchblade. I'm willing to bet money here that I was the only kid there concerned about who to take out first if everyone turns on me.

How the hell did you ever adjust to this place? There's no way society in space could possibly be anything but violent and totally unsafe.