At the question, Eleven clearly deliberates her options. Some of that wariness sinks back into her eyes. Finally, she nods.]
I don't know the way.
[She once got into a truck with a man. A kind man, it turned out. She needs to get to somewhere now - and this woman can get her there. Necessity trumps paranoia.]
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I don't know the way.
[She once got into a truck with a man. A kind man, it turned out. She needs to get to somewhere now - and this woman can get her there. Necessity trumps paranoia.]