For a moment she paused, looking from the girl -- who she was seeing more clearly now that she'd woken up a bit -- to the sleeping bag, and then back again. It occurred to her that this was the first time anyone had offered something like this since she'd come to the library; most people were quite protective of their things, considering. Perhaps it made sense, but Eloise had never fully understood. If you lost anything or happened to give it to someone else, there were practically a million more of whatever you'd had lying around anywhere within the city. Of course: it was true that not everyone was prone to leaving the community once they'd entered it, relying on others to bring in supplies, but El wasn't one of those people.
"I don't like sleeping near the others either," she admitted after a moment, remembering to respond rather than simply think about a reply. (That seemed to be inconvenient for other people during a conversation.) "There are too many of them."
After a pause, Ellie gathered up the backpack she'd been carting her few possessions in since a couple days ago. She planted it on the opposite side of the aisle and took a careful seat on the sleeping bag. "It's... This is nice of you. I haven't managed to scavenge anything like this."
Another moment passed, somewhat more awkward than the one before. Then -- shyly, as if someone might cut her hand off for it -- she patted the space next to her. "It's your sleeping bag. We could share for a minute. I won't stay long."