It is not Ellie. It's this skinny little punk, standing in the foyer with a backpack hanging off one arm, looking like a deer in headlights when Joel steps out wearing, well, pretty much nothing.

"Uh..." Jesse shifts the bag on his shoulder, awkwardly directing his gaze at anything but the giant surly man in the bath towel. "Nobody was answering, and it wasn't locked, so I... I mean - You want me to wait outside or something?"