Ellie has her knees pulled up, forehead against them, arms somewhat slack around her knees. It's a defensive position, but it's also...sort of defeated, listless and unmoving for the moment.

Max's voice hits her even through the weird haze of other voices — and even through the weirdness of the whole thing. It's strange how it can feel so awful and quiet but those voices are still there. God, this place is fucked up.

She pulls her head up again, though it takes a great deal of effort. Usually, she'd be wary and probably willing to fight. But she can't find any of that just now.

"Huh? No, I...shit. I'm not hurt, I just..." She trails off, struggling to try to explain what the hell she's doing sitting here on the freezing grass. She can't even explain it to herself.