[ Eleven seems to ponder something as they enter, and for a moment doesn't look like she even heard them. Finally, her nose wrinkles a little, and she gives him a look that only teenagers can give others people. ]
We're not... sweating. It's too cold.
[ Then she gets on her tip toes, follows his gesture with her eyes and nods. ]
I learned how to... choose what I like.
[ She's clearly very good at fashion. For a specific time period. Maybe.
Or not.
She does end up with only marginally oversized things that only make her drown in the fabric a little. There's also a bit of a floppy hat.
And maybe a belt or two more than necessary.
But you know what? She looks tired, still... but also happy.]
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We're not... sweating. It's too cold.
[ Then she gets on her tip toes, follows his gesture with her eyes and nods. ]
I learned how to... choose what I like.
[ She's clearly very good at fashion. For a specific time period. Maybe.
Or not.
She does end up with only marginally oversized things that only make her drown in the fabric a little. There's also a bit of a floppy hat.
And maybe a belt or two more than necessary.
But you know what? She looks tired, still... but also happy.]