[Her powers are tied to her emotions. When she can focus on the rage inside of her, she can draw more. Right now she's shaken, disoriented, and scared. It's a relief when someone helps, and she doesn't have to try and move the rubble all on her own.
She could, she wants to, but she gulps in a breath and lets herself be helped for once. Eleven's hand stays up though, outstretched. It could be mistaken for a gesture of reaching out, except really she's prepared to hold the structure up or push the man away if he proves a threat.
She doesn't bother to wipe away the blood trickling from her nose.]
Please!
[Eleven hates confined spaces, and if her cheeks are wet not just from the rain that pelted her before, well, that would surely be difficult to tell - if not for the distraught expression on her face.]
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She could, she wants to, but she gulps in a breath and lets herself be helped for once. Eleven's hand stays up though, outstretched. It could be mistaken for a gesture of reaching out, except really she's prepared to hold the structure up or push the man away if he proves a threat.
She doesn't bother to wipe away the blood trickling from her nose.]
Please!
[Eleven hates confined spaces, and if her cheeks are wet not just from the rain that pelted her before, well, that would surely be difficult to tell - if not for the distraught expression on her face.]