"For a while," Ellie concedes, grumpily, though she does make room for him to take a look through the lens. Nice to see him (presumably) genuinely excited about something that isn't getting into trouble.

Gross, when did she become responsible?

"But I have it on loan from somebody else, so don't go swiping it."

Sticking her hands into her pockets, she looks across the harbor at the lights of Hightown, the very distant murmur of the city life lost among the crash of the waves far below.

"What makes a good target, huh?"