Eleven was happy to sit in the quiet, legs pulled up, as she watched the world pass her by. She couldn't sleep, she was too excited, but she rested in her own way. She was pretty good at just turning her brain off and going into another place, she had learned it over the years as a coping strategy for when things got dull or unpleasant.

She was happy to just listen to Barty breathing, the various noises of the car and the nice feeling of the car vibrating gently.