[So. Ellie thinks she knows what this is about, thanks to a helpful post sharing the list of targets. Already on edge and trying to do several things at once, her initial reply to poor Glacius is snappier than it needs to be.]

I know, I'm a fucking hit list. You don't have to dance around it. I'm fine.

[It only takes seconds for her to regret the outburst.]

...Sorry. I- yeah, I'm okay. Thanks for asking, big guy.