"Hm? Didn't quite catch that first bit, can you repeat i-II~II~II~IT!"

That was certainly odd. Just a moment ago Elly was looking rather sad and forlorn, and the next moment she was shaking him by the collar again. The first thought that came into Gram's mind was that she was definitely much stronger than her stature made her out to be. Also, he figured he probably didn't weigh as much as he thought he did. Perhaps he'd have to investigate this query at a later point in time. He was supposed to be listening to his new friend telling him all about herself. 

...Though perhaps 'telling' wasn't the right word. 'Screaming' maybe? Perhaps 'declaring'? 'Declaring' seemed like a much nicer word to use, so he'd opt for that description. 'His new friend was declaring details about herself.' Now if only she'd let him down now...

Ah there it was. Now he was safely on his two feet. A bit shaken up, obviously, but perfectly fine. As Elly picked up her weapon of choice - a bow by the looks of it - Gram replied, "Well I don't particularly see why any of the [i]wouldn't[/i] be true! ...Especially not the bit about being a lot more than you look." He straightened out his wrinkled clothes as Elly asked another question. This one concerning his own weapon of choice.

"Huh? I don't have one."