"Hendrik," Eleven realized after a moment, turning to eye the outside world.

But despite the feeling that something was missing without the man at his side, he reasoned that he didn't truly have time to go and fetch him. He sighed and turned back around, fingers twitching toward his sword before he let them drop to his side.

"We'll be all right," he told himself as much as the other two. "It didn't seem malevolent- like it wanted to talk before it realized who I was."