[ Eleven glances up sharply. Her hands over her ears can't block out someone speaking close by, of course, and the motion gives Kate a first row seat to wide brown eyes, tears running down cheeks that are still a little soft with childhood. Eleven's fingers are cupped over her ears and tangled in her hair.
And when she spots the girl, Eleven's first thought is 'Nancy' - but it's not Nancy, and Eleven knows she cannot want it to be Nancy, who needs to be home where Eleven can save her by undoing everything.
Still, the comparison is enough to leave Eleven's usual wariness on the floor, as she shakes her head in answer. ]
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And when she spots the girl, Eleven's first thought is 'Nancy' - but it's not Nancy, and Eleven knows she cannot want it to be Nancy, who needs to be home where Eleven can save her by undoing everything.
Still, the comparison is enough to leave Eleven's usual wariness on the floor, as she shakes her head in answer. ]
It's in. My head....