[He nods and takes a step back, eyes turning toward the hearth. If they could restore that, then they would have at least one room they could keep reasonably warm in the building.
With a goal in mind, Eleven turns back to productive sweeping, and slowly shifts a growing pile of dust, dirt, and debris toward the nearest entryway to be swept outside.]
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With a goal in mind, Eleven turns back to productive sweeping, and slowly shifts a growing pile of dust, dirt, and debris toward the nearest entryway to be swept outside.]
I um, my name is Eleven, by the way.