Eleanor's been feeling kind of terrible for...a while now. Terrible, and when she thinks about it, useless. Like, at least she had a goal back home, even if she was equally inadequate in the face of it. Here she's just so...not a superhero, at least.

But she's pretty good at, if not being the voice of reason, exactly, being the voice of "What the fuck?" And this chalk business is just asking for that.

So, for the first time in a while, she's engaging. She's walking around. And apparently, as vigilant as she is for whatever bullshit is behind the scenes here, she isn't vigilant enough! Because here she is, hanging upside down from a chalk rope tied to a chalk tree.

"Goddamnit. Why am I only right when being right means bad shit is happening?!"

And of course she hasn't picked up her own chalk out of sheer paranoia at what might happen. Time to dangle and pass out from blood rushing into her head, apparently.