"There are a few younger girls from the surface, but that's all," she says. "And a few around my age. Ten years ago, there was a civil war, and... and very few children survived, and none have been born since. People still find comfort with each other, still form family groups, but no children."

Which is probably for the best. The people in her city wouldn't exactly be stable parents at this point.

And Eleanor has already reached the end of her stories about her father that don't involve violence. In spite of how much she lights up when talking about him, in spite of her obvious idol-worship, the sum of their relationship is he kept her safe when she was a child.

"Did you do things together? Go fishing, or play games, or build things?"