Ellie watches Joel curiously. He knows how this painting shit should be done, and so she figures she should follow his lead with her dinky little paintbrush, but she's sort of at a loss as to where to start. You just slap that shit on and go? Her eyes drift to Tess, where there's a little more care involved.

Okay, whatever. Painbrush to a random part of the wall, here they go. Ellie doesn't really care that she's getting paint flecks on her clothing (and hair) from the first stroke.

"Lots of stuff. Old folk talk about it all the time," she says, purposely trying to get a rise out of one of them. "You could download music."

And listen to it, Ellie presumes.

"Guess that was a good idea until all your music disappeared when shit went down."