Joel doesn't care for the pleasantries, nor for the welcome, nor for any musings on people looking others. He shifts restlessly on the spot, throws a glance out towards the throng of people milling by. God damn, he needs to get outta here. Everything in him is screaming to get to somewhere safe, as far away from all this unnerving activity and sights and noise and smells as possible.
His gaze is back on the woman in an instant the moment she says Ellie's name. There's a sudden alertness to him; he stands straighter, takes another half-step in towards her. And then it sinks in that she's mentioned something about Ellie being 'friends' with the woman's father.
Oh, he doesn't like that. He really fucking doesn't like that.
"The hell is your father doin', makin' friends with fourteen year-olds?" There's a quiet menace to his tone, and he follows it up with a demanding, "Where is she?"
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His gaze is back on the woman in an instant the moment she says Ellie's name. There's a sudden alertness to him; he stands straighter, takes another half-step in towards her. And then it sinks in that she's mentioned something about Ellie being 'friends' with the woman's father.
Oh, he doesn't like that. He really fucking doesn't like that.
"The hell is your father doin', makin' friends with fourteen year-olds?" There's a quiet menace to his tone, and he follows it up with a demanding, "Where is she?"