Eleven nods, this time grinning. She turns her focus to the box again. The wood creaks as her powers pull it against the nails, but it's nothing compared to the rocks from earlier. It snaps, wood cracking and splintering, and she throws out one hand to make sure none of the shards fly at her or Hopper. She tosses the broken chunks aside, leaving the top more or less opened, and she leans over to look inside.