The name clicked fairly quickly with her, especially after he mentioned his friend Ella, but when the nickname came up, that was when it really sunk in. "Hey!" Her voice was loud and filled with excitement, it had attracted the attention of quite a few passersby. Most of that attention was confused or negative, seeing as most people didn't tend to just sit around and talk to the homeless. Ella didn't seem to mind. In fact, she didn't seem to even notice. A large smile formed upon her face in the realization of who she had literally stumbled upon, only to disappear when she realized what situation Jack was in. "Well, I had a friend named Jack once, too!"

"And that friend was the only person to call me that!" Her brows furrowed as she looked him up and down, still sitting beside him. Twenty dollars wouldn't do much at all for him, even if he bought cheap food in small amounts. Ella was fairly distressed in realizing this and knew she had to do something, even if it was just one dinner she had to help him out a little. "You know, I haven't had dinner with a friend in a while, I mean aside from my neighbors..." Slowly, she stood, still standing right there in front of him. "And I make some really good fried rice, I'm not gonna eat it all and the leftovers'll just go to John next door...maybe Mary, too. You wanna have dinner? We can catch up and everything, my apartment's not too far from here, just a few minutes."

Ella, of course, didn't wait for an answer, seeing as the only answer she would take would be yes. She reached out to him and took his hand, pulling him up to his feet. "Come on, it's pretty cold out, you'll get sick, if you haven't already." She dropped his hand and continued on walking, the usual bounce in her step was a little more noticeable now. She was the same old Ella, so, naturally, Ella knew Jack was the same old Jack, just down on his luck.