[To anyone else, the gentle manipulation may have been obvious, but Eleven isn't that well versed in social cues and how other people tick. She doesn't think to question everything she's told. The instinct is present much more with people she doesn't yet trust, but even then it's easy for her to miss when someone sways her gently enough.
So while she's still frowning at the woman, she nods eventually, and reaches up to touch her fingers to her forehead, wincing a little.]
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So while she's still frowning at the woman, she nods eventually, and reaches up to touch her fingers to her forehead, wincing a little.]
... Yes. A bandage. Where...?
[She doesn't know the place yet.]