[ Confusion. A flash of hurt, too, if Eleven's entirely honest, mixed with the tight grip of worry and fear. Seeing Max like this... The hospital scrubs remind Eleven too much of... The corridors here are white and sterile, too... the smell of antiseptic...
She pushes it all down, though her eyes remain wide and fearful.
Something's wrong. ]
Ziggy?
[ Is it like Zoomer, a nickname, just something Eleven doesn't understand? Why does Max not recognize her? ]
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She pushes it all down, though her eyes remain wide and fearful.
Something's wrong. ]
Ziggy?
[ Is it like Zoomer, a nickname, just something Eleven doesn't understand? Why does Max not recognize her? ]
I... you know me. Eleven. You know me.