Sitting across the cafe, you saw a beautiful woman. She was drinking a coffee, not in a to go cup. She looked as if she'd be staying a while. Then, she sets her pillow down and falls asleep. In the middle of a cafe, out cold. Someone had to do something. So you go over and give her a slight nudge. She wakes up, looking dreamily up at you. Elle is narcoleptic. She often talks on deeply philosophical issues, though she doesn't understand them. Her background is fairly mysterious.