Eleven? Strange name, but it was probably a nickname. Darlene couldn't really object to the name. The hackers she hung with had strange names as well.
But the girl was starting to paint now and she was - doing nothing. Noticing how Eleven finger-painted, Darlene was struck with her own idea. She painted the sky and some blobs, all of it looking like a mess. It would take shape soon enough.
"Well, nice to meet you. Glad to see you got an idea too, because I have no clue as to what the fuck I'm doing." Realizing she was cursing in front of the kid, Darlene cringed a bit.
"Shit- okay, don't curse like me. I'll try and stop, but don't be like me. That's the last thing you want to be like." And oh how she meant it in more ways than one.