For a long beat, she just looks at him, as if she's waiting for the other ball to drop, the punchline to the joke, her mouth moving to form a syllable that never quite leads to a word, and she winds up pushing out a breath instead, sighing. She hasn't been able to see them in the darkness, but they're more visible now, the ears above the mask, and despite her reservations, she finds herself trying to resist a smile.

"Right. Of course," she replies, and then motions to herself after an awkward beat. "Ellen. Okay. Glad we got that established."