Eleven tips his head, and finds he can understand. While he finds her descriptions a little vague to work from, he decides he can at least escort her away if they happen across them. He still has his sword if the imposing man proves dangerous.

"There are people I would like to avoid, too. A slim man with very long blonde hair and shining armor, another with long purple hair and a larger build.."

And something like a demon, but he'd rather not frighten her. Yggdrasil forbid that Mordegon followed him here. Surely not, if this world is a trial meant to aid him in honing his power as he suspects it is.

Eleven adjusts his shoulder strap, then glances back to his new acquaintance. "Where would you like to start?"