"It is alright," Tony said quickly. He instinctively caught her shoulders. "You are okay," he added softly. He shot the poor clerk a withering look, like it was his fault Eleven didn't understand the concept of check out. "He is just going to tell me how much it costs," he continued, although, by then, he was pretty sure he might as well have been speaking gibberish to Eleven. "You will get that box right back. I promise. And if you don't? We'll get another one." He softened his look when he glanced back at the bewildered clerk. "Right?" he prompted the guy, who merely nodded.