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Eleven crept down the hall towards the kitchenette. This motel had a mini fridge, and she was thrilled she could eat leftovers without worrying about getting sick. Eating chicken that had been left on the counter all day had taught her that important lesson.
The mini fridge opened quietly, and she pulled her container out while blocking the light.
"What are you doing?"
Eleven jumped and attempted to shove her food into the fridge while also trying to shut it. She winced as the plastic container crunched. "Nothing."
One chuckled. "You don't have to sneak around for a midnight snack."