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[shivving]

[ He doesn't answer, just shakes his head and keeps blocking the doorway until she moves away. Then he shuts the bedroom door firmly behind him and follows, not finding much more than Ellie.

Still, it's better than nothing, and he'd rather a nearly-empty house than one teeming with infected or worse. Joel sighs, stowing the rusty, broken blade he'd found in the bathroom, and nods. ]

Might as well.

Y'doing all right? Hungry?

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M'fine. [ They live in a semi-constant state of "hungry," "tired," and worse, but she's not one to complain. Ellie puffs out her cheeks and wanders around the lower floor, peeking cautiously behind a door (broom closet) or two (stacked washer and dryer) before finding one down into a basement. ]

After you. [ She offers in a semi-sing-song tone, moving aside to allow Joel to pass. There aren't any sounds coming from the bottom of the stairs, so hopefully additional supplies are all they find. ]

[shivving]

[ Joel watches as Ellie wanders away, making a mental note to - Well, to do something. Maybe he can find some kind of treat around here, or in the next place. Maybe Tommy has some kind of secret stash.

She's too skinny, and better at saying I'm fine and not complaining than any kid should ever be.

When she calls him, he nods in acknowledgement, and steps forward to lead the way down the stairs, testing each step cautiously before putting his weight on it. ]

Careful - some o'these steps look near rotted out.