Eleven's eyes narrowed. "Bug," she said, mistaking 'aunt' for 'ant'. She did not know what an aunt was. There had been no need for Brenner to teach her familial relations, as he denied her any such connections.
She could not imagine an ant being able to move things with its mind. As far as she knew, ants didn't even have minds. They just crawled on the floor looking for crumbs.