[Eleven comes upon one of the more disruptive captives, though the older man has simmered down significantly after receiving his fair share of attention from those whips. He's metaphorically licking his wounds when the boy approaches, but does offer a halfhearted wave in return.]

Hey, kid. Name's Orwin, and I could be, uh...better.

[And that's not just about the injuries. This whole situation is so much to take in.]

Are they seriously takin' kids too? Just when I thought they couldn't get any scummier.