Oh, would you oblige me? I love wasting other peoples' time, especially if it means I get to waste my time too. [This kind of automatic faith in her is little odd, yes, but Elizabeth can't say she doesn't like it. Trust is something she hasn't felt in a long, long time, and it makes her just a bit nostalgic. Maybe even hopeful. Day by day this place seems to surprise her, and she understands why she'd apparently loved it.]

[Maybe she can love it again.]

I suppose I have to figure out how to be a teacher now.