[She licks her lips slowly, not at all expecting to explain her own trauma or the complex dynamics of the Red Room to a child. Elements of the old, wooden structure start to fade when she hears the blonde woman praising young Natasha behind them, mentioning ‘the ceremony’. She tries to keep Eleven’s attention instead.]

I didn’t want to. I was trained to listen to that woman, but she wasn’t a good person. They take little girls, even younger than you to train them for that. [Maybe not exactly having preteens assassinating people in cold blood, but it was what she had to do to complete her training. One of the things, but she’s trying to spare the gritty details to a young girl.]