[ Once more, the parroting. Out loud this time, a quietly mumbled Si, and a nod. She understands, and she appreciates. Eleven has no concept of other languages, she just assumes there is Language, but she understands that different words exist that mean the same thing. Like mouth breather and bully. Like cool and bitchin'. Like friend and promise. Like yes and si.
Eleven follows the other girl's eyes to her hand, to the sticky residue of food.
She's been tricked, and she frowns about it still. But... she's already been tricked. So...
She pushes herself up from the seat, reaches across the table and starts pulling plates towards the two of them. The other girl has not warned her to stop eating, so she simply pulls a variety of things into arms reach for both of them, and grabs the next handful.
Around a mouthful of food she hesitates.
There are things she's not supposed to tell, things that are dangerous for other people to find out. But Eleven is alone, and the girl understands. ]
Like me? You mean. Hungry?
[ It's a careful prompt, with searching eyes. wary, but not suspicious. Eleven's features are not schooled carefully. It's easy to read her, if one just looks. ]
no subject
Eleven follows the other girl's eyes to her hand, to the sticky residue of food.
She's been tricked, and she frowns about it still. But... she's already been tricked. So...
She pushes herself up from the seat, reaches across the table and starts pulling plates towards the two of them. The other girl has not warned her to stop eating, so she simply pulls a variety of things into arms reach for both of them, and grabs the next handful.
Around a mouthful of food she hesitates.
There are things she's not supposed to tell, things that are dangerous for other people to find out. But Eleven is alone, and the girl understands. ]
Like me? You mean. Hungry?
[ It's a careful prompt, with searching eyes. wary, but not suspicious. Eleven's features are not schooled carefully. It's easy to read her, if one just looks. ]