[He somehow has been a fixture for her life in the city, grounding her and guiding her when she needed it. Maybe it was because he was the first person who seemed to really understand her and where she was coming from. His words gave a sort of reassurance she had never gotten before, and Eloise gives him a sheepish smile. She does have a habit of jumping into things before really thinking things through just for the chance to understand or learn something.

And maybe she should be thinking things further, questioning him (and really others in the city) about who they are, but she doesn't have a lot of life experience or any reason to think anything different about the person he's portraying when he so seemingly levels with her in a way no one has. So she gives a nod in response, feeling a little less frazzled about all of it.]

I simply hate not knowing something. I don't like the way it makes me feel like I am so far behind others here. It is not a feeling I am used to. [She takes a breath to try and get her words in order.]

But I like where this is going, too. [Her hand squeezes his, and she leans in toward him.]