Ellie manages the tiniest smile back. Smiles feel like they don't belong on her face very often these days. There's less and less to smile about, and this town hasn't done that feeling any favours.

She snorts at the alcohol comment. She's not much of a drinker herself, but you know, it wouldn't hurt to have some booze to stave off the chill.

"Yeah, all I got is a hammer. Not even, like, a crowbar, you know? Hammers and dull ass butter knives. Nice of whoever booked it outta this town to take all the good shit with 'em, huh?" She catches up, staying out of arm's reach, but beside him. That way neither of the are likely to startle each other, she figures.