Ella

slouched back in the chair, tapping a pen against the table rhythmically

So... yeah. You can hear me, I can't hear you. You're gonna have to show me something. Write a note, wave, I don't know... just give me a sign.

yawns wide and stares at the ceiling

This is gonna be a long conversation, isn't it.

glances at you, then back down at the pen she's twirling between her fingers

I'll be here. Obviously. Not like I've got anything better to do.