She won't resist the pull into an embrace if he insist on it, but Eleven goes notably stiff and tense with it. Eleven is still getting used to physical touch, but they had agreed on being friends. Friends hug. So after a moment, she awkward winds her arms around him to hug back - stiff, awkward, unsure, but making an effort.

Obvious, though, that physical affection like this is still not something she's used to.

Working through his words, she finds herself repeating them, slowly and deliberately: "High morale.... principles." The last word, of course, gives her a little trouble, and the pronounciation is a touch off, but she commits unfamiliar word to memory. She's still learning, language, and she clings to every new word, because it means identity, it means freedom, it means personhood. "A good thing."