[ In reality, Elizabeth had every right to think ill of him. To plan on saving his daughter as if it's her own redemption arc - making up for allowing her own captivity to go on as long as it had. However, to Elizabeth? She doesn't know all the facts. Logic had served her well - she was able to come up with a back up plan in case she was murdered in one of Jack's presumed temper tantrums... she trusted Jack and eventually, Luke. Yet... as much as she has grown up in two months... she's a girl. She has no experience in the dealings of the real world outside of her struggles in Columbia - outside of escaping.

It's a ball of emotions that she's trying to firmly grasp. He pulls away and she is taken aback, feeling as if she was wrong but no - she's not wrong about Angel. Out of all of this, that one thing is clear and if she was to take him from her? She would feel no guilt if it saved another girl from captivity.

But, no. This is just them. Not Angel, not Comstock - Elizabeth focuses back to that. ]

That much is certain... [ SHE JUST!! FEELS LIKE HIS KEEPER!! In the same way she takes responsibility for caring with Rhys, Elizabeth weighs that damn burden harshly. ] But - um... I heard of it. The monitors were full of people watching and I haven't been able to really drag myself there...

[ She wants so badly to bring up Rhys, but as she nervously looks over her shoulder to the path that leads to the forests and beaches... ]

You stopped her from bringing the ship in, but did something happen?

[ Oh boy, did something happen! ]