[ Yeah, he's not even going to acknowledge those wild accusations, where would she ever get the idea he enjoyed those jokes? Surely not from his increasing indifference bordering on tolerance bordering on eventual acceptance of his fate. No, this is purely an Ellie Thing, and he is only indulging it because he might never have seen her again. A moment of weakness he's clearly going to come to regret. Soon, probably, from the way she's clutching that book and the ways yet they have to walk.

Still, though, despite his immediate reaction - a roll of his eyes and another put-upon groan of a sigh - he wouldn't do different. ]

...Well, if you hate it that much, I might still have the receipt somewhere.

[ He tugs his bag shut again, slipping it back over his shoulders, regarding her with something probably a little softer than mere tolerance, but which he has no intention of acknowledging, either.

Her joking thanks is plenty, as far as genuine efforts go, and Joel simply nods, gesturing to the pair of shoes she's traded out and her full hands. ]

Come on, pack it in and let's get a move on.