[ Ellie does not take well to being grabbing from behind and dragged backward. She struggles like an animal, flailing all her limbs and aiming them at every vital point she can think of. When she's about to whip out her knife and stab the guy in the leg, he releases her and she scrambles to her feet, panting. ]

Joel? Fuck, I almost-- Don't do that!

[ She returns the weapon to its place, staring hard at the other. ]

I'm trying to figure out what the Hell's going on, how I even got here. [ She eyes him, scarred brows pulled together in question. ] Guess you don't have any idea either, huh?