Elizabeth let herself be transported without much of a fight, just because she constantly had a gun to her head by the woman who truthfully had captured her. Because if that woman wouldn't have been there, she probably would've been able to flee. Laying there now in pain she didn't make a sound, no moan or groan, no complaints, but just laid there, watching the woman and the man who seemed to be keeping guard, staring with her brilliant eyes gleaming, and as sharp as daggers.<br/><br/>When they had started talking, though she didn't care to listen, she very nearly had fell asleep. Hearing them speak, that was what had always put her to sleep, if not among other things as well. But only because this wasn't yelling orders or shouting, this was merely talking, something she hadn't done in a long time between her and another.<br/><br/>Listening not to the words that were being said but the tones of their voices, just as she had started drifting off, her head slightly turned to the side away from the woman, and away from the gun at her head, her eyes drifting closed, she had heard the question and made herself open her eyes once more.<br/><br/>'Why are you so important?' The question came, and Elizabeth averted her gaze to the woman, easily having noticed that she seemed to be hiding from their gazes meeting.<br/><br/>"Why am I important?" She repeated, with a half and rather broken sounded laugh. She was in pain and naturally would've taken pills for it, or at least bandaged them up properly, but now she simply had to deal with it. "Think of it, like a boat full of gold." She answered, staring up at the ceiling now. "And among that precious gold, I'm the pile of diamonds and rubies, the most valuable of them all." She paused, making a slight face at herself.<br/><br/>"I'm important because I know everything." Was all she had said, and really couldn't have been telling the truth any farther. But, that was all she would say, moving her gaze slowly back to the woman, glancing towards the man at the door right before she did, however. And though she ignored the engines of the boat starting, she was waiting.<br/><br/>Waiting, until this woman would change hands again. She hadn't found a chance yet, but each time the gun was shifted from hand to hand, she was watching carefully, timing for when the right strike would go on. And patiently, the next time the woman shifted the gun from hand to hand, she abruptly moved quickly to knock the gun out of this woman's hand before it could be fully switched, at the same time quickly moving to sit up, ready to roll to the floor just in case.