The male's challenging facade seemed to drop quickly and soon he was throwing himself at the woman, knocking her onto her backside with a 'ooph'. Eleanor leaned her head back and tried to pull away from the sobbing man that was going on about how 'she was dead'. It seemed the more she tried to get away, the tighter his grip became and the more him pulled himself onto her. It would have been a lie if she were to ever say this hadn't happened before as it happened more times than she ever cared for it to. Instead, she just sat there awkwardly, her hands keeping her propped up as she leaned away from him as much as she could.

Once he finally pulled away, Eleanor lifted a hand to pull her now wet black top from her chest. she fanned it, hoping to help dry it but it just left it went and cold against her skin. A grimace was on her face; she would have to change the shirt later.

When his eyes finally locked back onto hers, Eleanor dropped her head and let out a long sigh. Why did they all do it? Was it something with the recent experiments that taught them that trick would work on her. She put a hand awkwardly on his head as she said, "It's the way of life, everyone dies at some point. We're only human anyway, it's not like we can live forever." It was known to the experiments that they were indeed much harder to kill than average humans, but immortal? None of them held their breath on that, they had seen too many of their kind killed off so easily.

It was the next line that struck the stern woman: "No one wants me--the broken, little boy". The sentence caught her off guard, her past flashing before her. It allowed the boy to pull away with out any problem. It was when he started talking that those memories faded to black once again, leaving the woman feeling both numb and heated.

Eleanor mentally groaned as she stood up, walking towards the crates she leaned her back against one of them, shoving her hands into her pockets. "We all have our skeletons and our demons to face. None of us have had the easiest life, we probably got the worst hands dealt to us that anyone could ask for."

She was quiet again, scratching her head for a moment. Her hand then slid to her neck as she said, "You're probably safer with us than you are out there. You aren't the first to have an outburst like this and once everyone calms down, it'll be fine. If those doctors had a chance to do anything to you, no one will judge you here." She then nodded to rusted, barred doors on the far end of the building. "Out there though?" She shook her head before continuing, "There's no saying what they'll do. There have been those that wanted to try blending in, but it just doesn't work out for us. We're too different from them."

Her green eyes fell back to the male as she pushed off from the box. When he didn't look at her she said, "When you're ready to come back, you're welcome. It'll be safer by the fire anyway, once the sun goes down, this place practically freezes."

Turning, the woman started heading back towards the main room that everyone stayed in. Running a hand through her hair she groaned, mumbling to herself how this sort of thing always happened. Yet, even if it did, she was still terrible at handling the situation.