Ellie stands there staring at Audrey for a moment. There's a sense of deja vu, maybe like she knows this girl, or…she's not sure. She's still going through some internal struggle of what memories are real.

The knocking at the door stops for a few seconds before resuming.

"Ellie," she says, still tense. She doesn't really want to throw down here in the living room, but if it came to it, she could and would. So far, they're just sizing each other up. She can stand that.

"Clown-faced weirdo is a good way to put it," she answers. "Yeah, I got some message about, I dunno. A simulation?"