"Miguel's one of the Spiders, right?" Elle hasn't gone around and introduced herself to all of the new people yet. She saw everyone at the party, but that was more general observation. It was easier in the Wilderlands-- everyone was spread out in front of her, she could just look in a direction and find someone to talk to. The North Pole is harder, with its hallways and closed doors. It makes things feel more separated.

"Not me, I love looking at big rocks," she says it in a joking tone but that's a genuine statement. "Just not in the middle of the day, it's way too hot and I am far too crepuscular for that."

It's not something Elle advertises, and most of the time she just pushes through, but she does tend to get tired in the middle of the day and night. She's let herself indulge in more midday "cat naps" while they've been cooped up in the North Pole, but she's trying not to make a habit of it.

"Have you been making friends with the new folks? I'll admit, I've kinda dropped the bar on that one so far."