[Eleven hums, not given to an immediate answer as they wade their way through the forest. His eyes are alert, but he likes their chances should anything decide to attack them on their way to the farmhouse, so he isn't unduly concerned]

I get along with most of them, though many seem set on underestimating me for my age. ..But I guess that doesn't matter so much.

[He feels a little foolish and petty for having said it aloud, and glances off to hide his grimace. But it's an honest aggravation that's been festering for some time- and one he's scarcely acknowledged to anyone otherwise]

But ah, so far, we've all worked together to raise funds and get by on limited resources. I just.. hope it's a sentiment that holds.