She can see him struggling with something, probably disbelief at her presence, and god, but part of her just wants to scream tell me, asshole! But that's not fair - even the most well-adjusted person from their world would be thrown by all this - hell, she remembers how disoriented she was when she first got here. He's got to be feeling about a thousand times that.

Doesn't stop the pang in her chest, though, at the way he looks at her, at the way he so pointedly doesn't say anything about what he's feeling or thinking. Give him time, she says to herself. He needs time.

"Sure thing, big guy," she says flippantly, waving him out the door. "I know all the quiet back alleys to Ellie's place, don't worry. You know I'll always keep an eye on her for you."