Crowds. Crowds. Tommy keeps his fists tight at his sides and his muscles braced for anything, for a fight, for something while his eyes dart around at everyone and everything. Not everyone apparently, not when a body unexpectedly rushes right into him.

It's instinct and quick reflexes that have him snatching the thin arm of whoever it was, his grip biting-- until he recognizes the voice, how the person that that voice belongs to knows him by name. "What the hell-? Ellie?"

What is Joel's girl doing here? They're supposed to be together, or they were the last time he'd seen them on the hill overlooking the dam community, seeing them off.

"Christ-- you alright?" Tommy releases her to look her over, to make sure she's not hurt because he knows his brother would have his hide if she was. "Where's Joel?"