[Eleven catches the blanket, and seems puzzled at first - these are for bed and couches and forts, what... ah, but yes. She gets it, watching the puddle that's forming under her feet, and works on drying herself off as best she can. She peers up at Stone from under the blanket every once in a while.]
Colo-ny?
[That's not the only question that comes to mind regarding everything he says, but she has to start somewhere.]
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Colo-ny?
[That's not the only question that comes to mind regarding everything he says, but she has to start somewhere.]