Eleven drags a hand through his hair, expression twisting into an odd half-smile, half-grimace. He's incredibly familiar with that concept.

"Yeah, maybe." He doesn't sound wholly convinced, but he shrugs. "But the first and second of us were summoned into this world by an undead warlord who planned to consume us to strengthen his army, so it's hard to say if there's much more at work."

He turned a thoughtful look on her then. "But there have been others since, including yourself, who seem to have been brought here by other means, so maybe we don't know anything at all."