Beverly nods slowly, eyes wide as she looks over at Eleven in the dark. She knows just enough about what was going on back there, things Hopper told her a little about before they had any idea Eleven would ever be here herself, to know that it was bad, that El has plenty of reasons to be haunted, too. Maybe it makes sense, in that way, that they were found by the same person, someone who was able to give them both the kind of life that they should have had in the first place, the one they were both deprived of for so long.

"Not real," she echoes. "They're not here, and... they couldn't hurt us again even if they were."