Eleven's breath catches just as he'd thought it might be safe to leave. Levered partially up in preparation of doing so puts him a touch closer than he'd like to the man.

"A strange coincidence," he breathes, unable to think beyond the dose of panic for anything that might serve as a believable lie. Someone else could have come up with something, he's sure. "But once more, I fear I may not be the right person to query."