[Frank, what in the hell is your life? Why is there a skull on the wall? Why is there blood? Why are there more bruises?? Eleven just stares at all of it in mild horror because he needs someone to keep an eye on him. She almost misses that look he gives her at first, because she's too busy reaching up to gently touch at his face and fuss over the fact there's more bruises there. But she catches a little of that look and since they're in a house and she's apparently doing what she wants she blurts out in a hushed whisper,]
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Bad men are here.