Eleven is glad for the momentary reprieve to just close her eyes and breathe, take in the scent of the constant night air around her, feel the chill in the air. She's not at the lab. She's... not free, either, but while everything is dark, she can move, she can breathe, she's not alone. Things... can't hurt her the way they used to.

At least she hopes so.

Memory malfunction.

She commits the term to memory.

Her eyes don't open until he approaches, and then Eleven just nods. Her eyes are a little wet, but no tears spill. "Yeah. Are you? Okay?"