Madison Square. Ellie had known there was a kind of network of safe-houses, but she hadn't realized that people traveled between them so readily. Maybe she'd have an easier time of things if she did the same, instead of trying to fit back in one place again.
"Vivian," El repeated thoughtfully, shaking Viv's hand firmly. "Nice to meet you, Vivian."
The next question was familiar. People always wanted to know where you came from, didn't they? Another thing Eloise had forgotten how to understand.
"No, not in any of these safehouses. I lived in a community up in an apartment building for a few months -- but I've been wandering the city for a long time, since I left it," she explained simply. "Lived on my own. I don't know how long exactly; it all sort of ran together, I guess. Now.... I've come here."
It was an easy way of putting everything. It was sort of hard to explain something you didn't completely remember. At least Eloise remembered her life before the Outbreak quite well.
"I grew up in Ithaca -- dad taught there. I've lived in the city since starting at NYU."
She paused awkwardly, turning into a small side corridor, before remembering it was polite to return the question back to its asker. "Where're you from, Vivian?"