Ellie snorts, but she's too tired to talk circles with him now, and tugs the sleep-shirt down over her hips, pausing at the way Astarion looks at her, following his attention down to her side -- she pulls the cloth up just enough to run her fingers over it, then her palm, letting the shirt fall back into place over it.

"Shit. Yeah. That one was almost lights out."

She lays the ruffled shirt and the fancy leggings over the back of the chair, where they won't get too horribly wrinkled up, kicks the boots under it. In his shirt she looks smaller, far less deadly, not that she looks terribly threatening to begin with.

"Dunno if you've ever hunted rabbits," she says, "but there's something called a snare trap. You attach the snare to a tree, bend it over, secure the loop down where the prey's gonna walk-" she gestures to the floor, marking a game path. "It snaps around an ankle and the tree pulls it up out of reach. Then the rabbit dangles there until you come to put it out of its misery. Away from predators."

Ellie gives a small shrug.

"I was hunting Abby. I came through a narrow place between two cars, and stepped right into a person-sized trap. Boom."

Ellie sighs, still annoyed with herself, even this much time later.

"It pulled me up so fast, I dropped my bag and my knife."