Eleven held off on saying much more until they reached the servant's quarters and the cot that makes up the tiny corner of space he's claimed as his own. Eyeing it, he found himself concerned for whether or not Hendrik will even fit in one of them. Well, the man would doubtlessly insist on being near at hand, so blanketed patch of floor worst-case. At least he would be inside and warm.

Eleven set to divesting himself of his armor.

"To the distant East somewhere is said to be a possible way back to our own worlds," he said finally. "We've recently brokered our passage out of this city, but we need to wait until we're given word of our planned departure."