Instinctively, Eleanor looked up when Mr. Shingleton did, though she failed to see what could have captured his attention up there. Instead, she looked at him and noticed that he looked a tad more ragged than the last time she had seen him. He actually looked like when he had lost the election and hadn’t taken it all that well, and considering the situation he now found himself in, well… it seemed understandable.
She smiled at him as she reached him and almost felt bad that she had to shatter his hopes. “I recognized your voice in the Commissary, and came to help you out,” she told him. “I’ve finished my work for today, so sure, I can walk you to your cabin. Which one is yours?”