My name is Meteion, [the girl responds, looking up from where she's been sitting, head tilting, curious and birdlike. No real surprise, with how she looks.]
I am...unharmed. You seem unharmed, Eleven. Are you all right?
[She can probably also tell how he is, thanks to dynamis, but so many things are strange here, and Meteion doesn't feel as if she should contribute to that too much. Nor should she call attention to anything--that, she knows well. The daring are punished for their hubris. Their captors have something in mind, but not even she knows what.]
Captivity
I am...unharmed. You seem unharmed, Eleven. Are you all right?
[She can probably also tell how he is, thanks to dynamis, but so many things are strange here, and Meteion doesn't feel as if she should contribute to that too much. Nor should she call attention to anything--that, she knows well. The daring are punished for their hubris. Their captors have something in mind, but not even she knows what.]