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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen finished touching up the alien guns the other day, so just at the moment she's... not going much of anywhere, really. The thought of that damned, damned spaceship keeps coming back to mind whenever she approaches the front door, even just to check. Then she has to go and sit down for a while to put the panicky urges aside

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[kurosakiboy]

Watching somebody knit is possibly one of the least exciting activities ever, so Ichigo doesn't wait long before speaking up.

"You low on cash, or just bored?"

He's up in the rafters, leaning over the edge far enough to dangle upside down and watch her work. It's a little more interesting than doing the same thing right-way up, but not by much.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Low on cash and my armor got destroyed," says Ellen, looking up. "Along with all of my other supplies. Hi, Ichigo."

[kurosakiboy]

"Hey," he replies, examining the items on the table in front of her. He reads the sign, though it takes him a while, and then turns his attention back to her.

"What happened to your stuff? Mutant grizzly bear?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Aliens," Ellen says with some disgust. "Little green men in silver suits and flying saucers." She sets the abortive knitting down. That's going to take some concentration to actually get right.