[Elle settles down, making sure that the coat covers her crossed legs to keep them warm. The campfire will help, but still. She's glad that she'd been dressed for practicality when they finally crossed into Zion; the Kings' outfit offers more warmth than one of her typical dresses. She doesn't really stop fidgeting; she's picking loosely at her mismatched gloves. One is her Pip-Boy glove, but the other is more of a lacy sleeve than anything else, a scrap of black lace she salvaged and turned into a fingerless glove. It's the lace she's fussing with now, under the guise of making it sit more comfortably on her hand.]

Well... It's just -- I've been getting to know everyone else... [She offers him another small smile.] So... As long as I'm here making friends... I wanted to get to know you, too. [It's the truth. It's easier to stick with a simple truth like this than to try to lie and say there isn't anything in particular she wants to talk about.

Cain's ears are starting to emerge out from under the collar. His eyes are worse than Joshua's dog dæmon, but there's enough noise that he can work with that he doesn't need to rely on echolocation just yet. He's mostly relying on Elle for details right now, anyway. But at least this way, with his ears forward, he might be able to hear -- see -- better.]