Ella had been listening the whole time, but didn't feel like moving until the third crash jolted her from her trance. A wind blew into her face, chilling her ever more. 

"Crazy kids." The guy said, making her lift her head to look at him. "I'm Alex, by the way. My fist impression of you, when you plowed into me in the cafeteria, was that you were...a shallow, stupid, tanned bimbo. I guess now you're just a weird, stupid, tanned bimbo." The Alex guy chuckled, and Ella stirred, a familiar frown forming on her face. 

Upon inviting her to go be a bad kid, she smiled a little. "I'm Ella, and my first impression of you was that you were a big, tall asshole with stupid glasses. And, I guess, you're still the same thing." Her stomach made a dying-whale sort of noise. "And yes, throwing rocks at seagulls and grabbing some fake food sounds pretty good. You know, as opposed to getting thrown in a jail cell with a bunch of lesbians."

Ella started walking after the guy - Alex - and tried to warm her hands by shoving them momentarily into her back pockets, elbows pointed outwards. Though, such position, though warming, turned out to be extremely awkward. Taking her hands out of her pockets, she tried to move them around more, to get blood flowing. This led to her reaching into her purse, which then led the brunette to find that she had left her cell phone at home.