It's been a while since it's been so bad for her that she lost her surroundings. It's unpleasant to be reminded that Hawkins Lab still hangs onto her so tightly, like claws that have dug into her and won't let go. She thinks of Billy's hand around her throat, and how the phantom feeling of that had lingered, too.
Best not dwell. Eleven shoves it down, ever down, and nods at the man.
"Yes. We can leave?"
Suggestion and almost asking permission. She's still worried about having hurt him, but the slowly forming question whether or not he's a number, too... it lingers further at the front than her concern.
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It's been a while since it's been so bad for her that she lost her surroundings. It's unpleasant to be reminded that Hawkins Lab still hangs onto her so tightly, like claws that have dug into her and won't let go. She thinks of Billy's hand around her throat, and how the phantom feeling of that had lingered, too.
Best not dwell. Eleven shoves it down, ever down, and nods at the man.
"Yes. We can leave?"
Suggestion and almost asking permission. She's still worried about having hurt him, but the slowly forming question whether or not he's a number, too... it lingers further at the front than her concern.