Fox looks up from his notes and instantly lights up when he sees Eleven, beaming at him. It had been a hard time adjusting, and despite Fox deep wish that he stop more violence hand he caused, it has been a bloody time on top of it. Eleven was one of the few people he'd really been able to connect with when everyone else felt vicious and bloodthirsty sometimes. He shifted over, and gestured for Eleven to sit down with him.

"Great! I'm glad. I'm --" He glanced down at his notes, quickly scribbled something, then turned to a fresh page. "I'm not busy! Tell me what you had in mind."