Eleven

Eleven grins at him, but she turns her attention back to the rock. She's much more careful as she guides it back to the gaping hole in the sand where it'd once been. She lowers it, then sort of twists it back into the ground. If she puts it in too lightly, it might roll and hurt someone, but she doesn't want to slam it down, either. The twisting motion sort of half-buries it, like it was before. Once she's done, she reaches up with the tissue to wipe the fresh dribble of blood off her face.

"Again?" she asks, this time pointing to a different rock.