[Elizabeth holds the napkins to her face for a bit longer, still staring at Badou like he's about to grow a second head and carry on the conversation with himself. Incredible-- he just, leaped right up like it was a normal thing to do. And now he looks like a kicked puppy, muttering a several starts of sentences but not much else.]

[After a moment, she lowers the napkins, a light reddish smear still on her upper lip, but she doesn't look too concerned about it. She's trying to see through Badou, trying to figure out what made him do that. Maybe he doesn't like the sight of blood, but if he didn't surely he would have just looked away not-- tried to help her.]

...was that normal for us? Did I... [She tries to resettle herself to look a bit more relaxed. Elizabeth isn't used to being touched-- by anyone. Unless it's to hurt her. Someone coming at her so suddenly is usually a sign that she's about to get hit, but he didn't do that. Not by a long shot.]

I guess spending so much time having friends meant I was used to that kind of interaction, right? [God. How wonderful. And how terrible she doesn't know any of it anymore. How many times after Columbia did she wish someone, anyone, would just hold her for a minute?] I'm sorry if you weren't expecting that.