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This was going to suck. It needed to be done, but it still sucked.

Ellie still needed to give one of her teammates the cards she wrote up and probably talk a bit about what had happened. Unfortunately, it was perhaps the only other personality who dared to take her on and actively argue against the captain's viewpoints.

It wasn't like the blonde had gone out of her way to really try and learn much about this other teammate. In all honesty, the main thing she knew was that the girl worked at a bakery. That didn't tell her anything about who Evie was as a person.

In a bold move on her own part, the blonde sent the other teammate a message offering to take her to her choice of eateries for dinner.

The tomboy was hoping that Evie had good taste. Let there be Mexican food involved was the primary concern she had after sending the message.

When her phone buzzed again, Ellie looked it over and made a face. "....th'hell is that place?" It was obvious the blonde wore blinders when it came to food places she didn't eat at. The cross streets were familiar, so it wouldn't be difficult to find. At the appropriate time, the blonde locked a certain dog in the garage, then began on her walk towards the eatery. Sadly, she could hear Aque starting to cry in the garage now that his person was leaving him.

"...such a crybaby..." she sighed.

It took a bit of time, but eventually the blonde was there standing in front of what she felt was a horrible choice for food. Her jaw went somewhat slack as she merely stared for a moment. It wouldn't be hard for Evie to find her at this rate, since the blonde was standing in front with a giant cast and a backpack on her person.

"...there better be some good food 'ere..."

The blonde let out a bit of a "Yo!" when she heard the other girl call out her name. That "yo" was soon enough followed by an undignified sniff. "I know yer tryin' t'be nice by holdin' th'door an' all... but I can do it myself..." Despite her mild complaint, she still went through the door as Evie held it, and offered under her breath a tiny "...thanks..."

Ellie definitely was a fish out of water in such an environment. The music was something she could ignore. It wasn't country music, so it didn't grate on her nerves. Evie was trying to help by pointing out that there was "meat," however, given the current surrounding, the tomboy wasn't certain what to actually believe was real meat or not. So instead, in a point-blank fashion, the blonde asked the woman at the register a question.

"What's th'spiciest thing on th'menu?" If she couldn't have meat in the manner in which she was accustomed, she'd do the next best thing.

Ellie paid for the food that Evie apparently ordered for the both of them. It wasn't the way the tomboy liked to be treated in all honesty, and with how she was already glaring at the other tall girl, it would obviously remain an issue. Ellie Spectre ordered her own food! Evie had definitely crossed a line there with such a simple action.

Once they were seated, her expression hadn't changed much. Yet she was asked about the reasoning for their meet up. She could have sulked and kept quiet, but right now was not about that. "I had somethin' t'give ya... an' I get f*ckin' bored stayin' at th'house all day... so why not go out and get food an' get a bit of exercise." With a partial shrug, she then began to fuss with her backpack. She only had one hand to work with, but the tomboy had been in this cast so long it was much easier to do things with that single hand now. The zipper was undone and now she began to dig through the pocket to find what she was looking for.

"...so... I'm curious, how much fightin' experience do ya actually have, Evie?"

Eventually, a small colorful packet of index cards were located, and soon enough set on the table in front of the other girl. "I wrote these up after the tournament... I made a set fer everyone..."

Taking advantage of the mouth full of cookies, Ellie continued to explain a bit. "These are fer yer own personal use... write whatever th'f*ck ya want on them... as long as yer not like puttin' secret identity crap on it an' all. That's th'last thing we need is our names in the tabloids like some sort of ridiculous celebrity!"

Obviously, her companion could look through the cards and what each said whenever she wanted. She could start looking now, or she could look later. Yet, the captain cut to the chase on her previous question. "Yeah... I kinda could tell ya don't really fight much... ya did fine against those youma... but ya could'a done better in the tournament." She shrugged with her good shoulder. "It woulda been easier if ya already had more fightin' experience... but whatever... th'moment I get this cast off... we're gonna start trainin' ya a bit."

There was a pause before she clarified. "Me an' Waylon."

There was something about the way Evie responded that made Ellie's mouth stretch out wide almost like a frog's mouth. It wasn't really the sort of thing that the captain could call the other girl out on, but there was something about the response that didn't feel okay to her.

"It's not jus' you... ya know? I started work with th'kids a while back... but I guess I got a bit lazy... and then there's Metis and Irene... oh..." There was a pause as the blonde lifted her hand to scratch at her nose for a moment.

"...and th'cat told me 'bout Victoria... met him already..." From what the cat had told her, Eunomia had been present when ********* located that final "girl."

There was a pause. "Tell me... how was he in a fight? He already told me he doesn't think he has any fightin' skills... but since ya were there... did he... show any potential?"

The blonde finally picked up her sandwich that had been picked for her. In an uncertain manner, she looked over the contents in the sandwich. There was a relatively thick block of tofu between the slices of wheat bread. She could seem other vegetables, but the mix was a bit more than she was familiar with. Maybe the only other things she could recognize were the peppers.

It was a questionable sandwich at best, since there was a lack of meat. "Let's see what ya taste like," she offered in a dismissive manner before taking an overly large bite out of her meal.

There were a few chews, the girl seeming relatively unimpressed for that short while. However, when the spice finally started to set in, her lips curled into a bit of a smile as her face began to naturally flush due to the heat she was now experiencing. She chewed until she was able to swallow down what she ate. Despite her smile, she uttered "...sandwich needs more meat."

Inhaling deeply from her mouth as if that would cool off her tongue, she then returned to the conversation. "Well... then that jus' confirms th'fact that I need t'get him t'spar with Parth-Vader later so I can see how he does." She sighed through her open mouth, shaking her head a bit.

Since that bit of business was done, Ellie did the most awkward thing in the world.

Attempted small-talk.

"...so... what's up with ya these days? How's that thing called life?"

To try and reduce the awkwardness, she stuffed her mouth with another mouthful of crappy-tofu sandwich.

Ellie savored the spicy part of the flavor in her mouth, but that was about all she savored in her mouth. Eventually the block of goop in her mouth was chewed up and swallowed. "I'll say whatever th'f*ck I want 'ere... 'oh no... they're gonna attack me with carrots'... It's their right t'believe whatever th'f*ck they want... as it's my right t'believe whatever th'f*ck I want."

Evie's attempts at small talk sucked, but the blonde really didn't seem to notice. In fact, what she had noticed as an opportunity to talk about something she adored.

"I'm goin' f*ckin' nuts not bein' able t'ride my bike 'round... been cleanin' th'f*ck outta it everyday... but not bein' able t'ride it... it suuuuuuuuuuuuucks!"

Not that the conversation had really prompted it, Ellie once more reached for her bag and began to fiddle around with it to try to get something out. The tomboy was the proud mama to her vehicle, and honestly loved showing off the picture she had of it, even if it was creased in several places. Once she managed to get it out, she slid the folded picture towards Evie.

"It's called The Spectrum."