As she got into the car, she let the door shut behind her and flinched a little at the sound. She found it a little anxiety inducing, going somewhere new with no context or certainty. She didn't want Barty to suddenly turn on her now they were this far. She wanted a brother, not a test or a bad man.

At the question, she looked at Barty and then nodded. She was starving.

When Barty smiled, she weakly tried to mimic it. He was being nice. Papa was only nice when he wanted things. Did Barty want things? "Little sister..." Eleven mumbled to herself. "Are you... big brother?"