Dawn is when things start really moving around here. The curfew is oppressive and Ellie hasn't cared to test it yet, not after recent events making it particularly important that she try not to put too many toes outside the line.

She doesn't look like much, especially in minimally bloodstained clothes. Her backpack is hopelessly worn and threadbare, the partially opened zipper being used as a makeshift quiver for her arrows. The longbow across her back looks like it spends most days there.

The natives part at her approach, a couple of them whispering behind hands.

It takes Ellie just a moment to spot the figure heading down the side of the building, but her heart gives a leap all the same. She pauses, shielding her eyes from the dawning sun. For a second she wonders if it's one of Desmond's family, losing their touch -- but it can't be. They'd never climb down if they could jump.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Breaking into a run, Ellie heads toward the alleyway where she estimates the stranger will come down. She keeps low, listening carefully to the sound of climbing, hoping to get a glimpse of whoever it is before they can reach the ground.

She has to be sure.

Of course, as fast as she's had to move, it's not entirely subtle. There's a chance she could be noticed.

Part of her is counting on it.