[Eleven works to keep a lid on his frustration. Still, his jaw clenches, eyes darting off. He's tiring from the exertion of the day, patience worn thin through the futility of his overtures. He drags a hand down his face, shoulders slumping, and remains silent until he wrangles down the snarling flare of temper into something more manageable- if still not entirely polite]

..I'm sorry, but I don't see how any of that might be helpful. [He sighs, gaze flat] For all you won't speak of it, you appear untroubled by your current existence.