Eleven glanced up from buckling up his coat and blinked surprise, having expected someone else. He didn't recognize the man, but his voice rang faintly familiar- like one he'd heard over the network recently. At least he'd found him fully dressed after his wash.
"Hello," he offered after a moment, "Sorry, can I help you?"
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"Hello," he offered after a moment, "Sorry, can I help you?"