Ellie raises an eyebrow at that. "Well, I don't even know what a reaper is, so I'm pretty sure I'm not one." She wonders if that's like slang for one of the members of these militarised groups that seem so popular. Fireflies, WLF, the Seraphites or whatever the fuck they call themselves. Reapers. Why not?
She watches Claire's movements, but the only thing she does herself for right now is shut the door again. She's fine with people coming in if they need it, but she's not leaving the door open as an invitation. She clicks the lock, though will it matter? Who knows. It's just a lock.
Claire turns away from her and Ellie recognises it for what it is; it's a decision to trust. Well, good. If they're stuck together in a storm it would kind of suck to be at odds with one another.
"Iron? Uh...I don't know. Maybe. There might be salt in the kitchen," she answers, confused but honest. "I found some bandages and antiseptic but there's nothing else super useful. No big knives. No guns. No arrows. It's like whatever happened to the people here, they took all their good shit with them."
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She watches Claire's movements, but the only thing she does herself for right now is shut the door again. She's fine with people coming in if they need it, but she's not leaving the door open as an invitation. She clicks the lock, though will it matter? Who knows. It's just a lock.
Claire turns away from her and Ellie recognises it for what it is; it's a decision to trust. Well, good. If they're stuck together in a storm it would kind of suck to be at odds with one another.
"Iron? Uh...I don't know. Maybe. There might be salt in the kitchen," she answers, confused but honest. "I found some bandages and antiseptic but there's nothing else super useful. No big knives. No guns. No arrows. It's like whatever happened to the people here, they took all their good shit with them."