He's with the horses when he hears her approach. They're biddable animals, but he has a feeling that the undead disquiet them just as they do him, so when the gelding he's brushing gets nervous twitches in his ears and turns his head, Eleven turns with him.

But the stranger is alive, near as he can tell, and he offers her a relieved smile in turn as he pats a soothing hand along the horse's flank.

"Eleven," he answers with a nod, though her question throws him for a moment. He doesn't recognize her as one of theirs, but he can't be sure how much that means. "Ah, with the caravan? Only a few days.."