El snatched her hand back, eyes wide and shocked, looking like the kid caught with her hand in the candy jar. Goddamnit, that growl still got to her. She might have pushed, fought tooth and claw with her daddy, but she never, ever, disobeyed that tone of voice.
She climbed out of the car, tugging at the hem of her vest, suddenly a little uncomfortable. She felt like pulling the army man out of her shirt, going, 'look, Dad, it's me, it's ok'. And at once, she felt more alone than she ever had.
"El," she murmured, looking down at her feet. "My name's Ellen."