Ellen cackled at the suggestion of her taking charge. She was a bit surprised it came from the kid. Ellen looked over at the girl, tilting her head a bit at the teenager’s accent. It wasn’t something she had heard before in person, though she had definitely heard such a drawl from some American programs--and other programs making fun of American’s. She hadn’t thought the girl would have such a voice, and found it mildly amusing how she had built a very different voice in her head from running silently alongside the kid. As if Abigail heard Ellen’s silent musings about her being quite a stereotype, the girl patted her back, rambled a bit about [i]sunsabitches[/i], shot mock guns at them, and literally ran away. Ellen blinked a few times, mouth agape in confusion, before she turned back to the group. “Ookkkkayyyy then.” She said. The other individuals replied to the scenario much more calmly. The prim and proper one asked why they were bringing a kid along. Ellen wouldn’t have questioned the idea of bringing a kid, figuring she was powerful, and knowing her age played no factor in how big of a target was on her back. However, after hearing Abigail’s actual thoughts voiced….Ellen did wonder why they thought this particular kid was a good addition to the group. The prim one, Angeline, fidgeted enough to make it clear she had no desire to make decisions, and most important, revealed she was the healer Simon had mentioned before. Ellen knew she wanted to put herself close to this woman, or at least make sure Angeline liked her enough to not leave her for dead [s]if[/s] when this all went sideways. An older guy, grizzled and clearly in-the-know, answered a few of Ellen’s questions. She immediately decided he would probably be in charge. He suggested they rely on instinct, which was something Ellen could absolutely do. It might not work out the best for everyone, but she was damn good at doing [i]something[/i] when things went wrong. The one who looked well-traveled but had only spoken a word before said a good bit more about the dangers of the Australian outback unrelated to the FOE (Or Australia’s equivalent). Ellen found it pretty interesting that she had [b]no[/b] idea where the woman was from. She wasn’t a whiz with accents, but Ellen was usually pretty good at getting an idea of where someone had spent a lot of time. Hell, maybe the woman was actually a traveller. The only one who had revealed her usefulness so far was Angeline, but Ellen imagined the rest of them had [i]something[/i] to bring to the table. She already knew what the sexy rock guy could do, but she filed his name away when he offered it. As the brunette finished up (Ellen hadn’t caught her name yet), Ellen chimed in again. “Me either. I’m all in for...whatever we need to do.” She waved her hand at the table. “I’m Ellen, and in terms of usefulness, I’d probably be better as a lookout than loading things. I’m not particularly strong, but I can be in the truck and have my eyes somewhere else, looking out for trouble. The kid who ran off, I don’t know her name or her magic, but she is damn fast. She could probably take another lookout position, and just high-tail it back to the truck.” She had heard some rumors about the kid, but she was sure they were the same ones everyone else had heard.