Was it why? Well, no. Would she even know about this place if it wasn't for Elliot? Probably not. If she had to continue dealing with the FBI and everything - well, she didn't want to think about that.
"I followed my brother here," she replied. She slowed her strokes as she glanced down at the paints. "We're always supposed to be there for each other. We even made like a pact, you know? So after I found out he came here, I was kinda pissed. Like was he even going to tell me? Was he just going to leave me there with the FBI? Like I want to deal with them? Hell no! So I followed him here."
Was that too much? It might have been too much. And she hadn't aired her grievances with anyone. Poor kid, having to hear all that, she thought. Clearing her throat, she looked at Eleven and forced a smile.
"Sorry about that. Forget the FBI thing. I'm not that bad! So what about you? Howcome you're here?"