Ellie's head cocks to the side as she's corrected "NIGHTkin? Well, I guess that makes a lot more sense... Sorry," She glances over at the others before lowering her voice, "The one who told me about you sounded like he was chewing on a mouthful of Brahmin shit, so I couldn't really understand what the hell he was saying" she explains as she mulls over the rest of it "Master? You were a slave?" She asks curiously, "How the hell could someone as big as YOU be a slave...? I'd imagine you'd just tear a slaver limb from limb and toss them off to the side for the scavengers..." She trails off, thinking about his words "Wait... 'Scrap IS favorite'? you're still a slave? I don't see a collar... Or are you more of a... what did Ashur call them... uhm... a 'worker'?" she asks, confused... But of course just as the conversation started to get interesting, a floating tin can made it's way over.

[i]Oh god... a fucking robot... as if this menagerie of fuck ups wasn't bad enough they just HAD to add a fucking robot...[/i]

While Ellie loved animals and tried to befriend freaks every chance she got... one of the few things, other than authority figures that haven't personally kicked her ass, that she truly hated was robots... Fucking tin cans clanking or buzzing along making a god awful amount of noise, their artificial "intelligence" even more stupid than old "Lucky" the dumb bastard who lost not only half his right leg in the mill, but also his left hand, two fingers on his right hand, and his pecker... Now it was well known how he lost his leg and hand as he was in charge of maintenance of the mill's cutting blades.... But he never did explain how his pecker got torn off... All she knew was she needed to stop the bleeding when they drug him into the clinic... Rumor had it he stuck it in the pipe cutter... and her husband wasn't too happy when he found out.... Everyone claim's that's also how he lost his middle and ring fingers shortly after... And he'll probably have his tongue cut out by the time she got back...

She couldn't stop the disgusted scowl that forced it's way to the surface as she took a step back, just glaring at it as it addressed Scrap. As she didn't know what else to do with it, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, holding the bear against her breasts facing outward.