Eleven has seen him in passing on the floor of communal housing that she lives on. She's watched him here and there, and even has started to trail along after him, but has generally left him alone. There's been some moments where she was observing and then ran off when he looked her way. That's almost what happens now as she runs into him on accident in the library, and ends up slinking along the shelves in order to watch and see what he's doing.

She's got a couple of children's books tucked under her arm, the only things she's reasonably capable of reading right now. Education wasn't a priority back in the lab, and Papa never would have let her know how to read even if it was. Words are a kind of power, Eleven is starting to realize. Therefore, she wants to learn as many as possible and how to use them. Since she's seen him around and knows his face at least, she starts to creep in closer toward him when she thinks he might be done browsing through the history books.

"Help?" She asks of him, head tipping to the side as she holds out both of her books in her hands.