The mention of shopping gets her to perk up. She's gotten herself a few things: shoes, underwear, bras that fit, shirts without holes. But there's only been so much her tiny little paychecks have been able to afford, and she blew the last of what she had getting Joel shit. Jesse's kindness had been without a catch thus far. Why not let him buy her some jeans?

Joel's command to stop laughing gets little more than a snicker. Ellie's entirely unafraid of the man. Even as he takes stock of his arsenal. Even as he turns on Jesse.

"Hey," she moves between them, putting a hand on Joel's arm, not unlike the way she had when he was ready to put a bullet in Henry's head. "Hey, easy. Jesse's my friend. He helped me out when I got here. Showed me a place I could go to when I didn't want to be stuck on my own. He's just... nice."

Nice, like it's an alien thing.