[Ellie's own smile only widens -- she has a feeling she's really going to like this girl. Anybody who smiles like that at the thought of trouble has generally been good in her book.]

Oh-ho-hoh. Proper experiments. Of course.

[She affects a "fancy" voice, some mangled version of the Fereldan accent. It's not Great, but it's ridiculous enough that she's almost laughing through it.]

... oh, hell. Got away with?

[Ellie has to cast her thoughts back, rolling her eyes upward. And typical of her, she chooses something she remembers, but sounds... questionable. To everyone else.]

So, the same day I met my best friend, I was thirteen. And I caught her sneaking out of our school at night.

[Ellie pushes forward, as they find their stride on the ice, start sliding with a little more purpose. Talking helps.]

I kinda blackmailed her into letting me come with. She had a radio so we could listen in on the military movements in the city, and got wind of a skirmish going on a few streets over. Maybe a dozen soldiers had some of the Fireflies -- some rebels -- pinned down. We threw some smoke bombs in. They shot at us, but we ran like hell, and so did the Fireflies. We actually got away with it.

[As far as the military went, anyway.]