Elizabeth looked up again to watch Ethan cross the room, but as soon as he had turned back around she was staring at her hands in her lap again. It was habit not to look anyone in the eye, or at anyone really, and even if she did it wasnt longer then a moment or so. Unless, of course, she knew they werent looking. But of all things, perhaps what surprised her most out of what had happened just then, was feeling a touch to her jaw, and soon finding herself facing him. What confused her almost the most was how gentle his actions were, when he seemed more of the big brute kind- but maybe that was just what she got from his height- but perhaps also from simply the intimidating look he gave off.<br/><br/>But she didnt protest or move her head away, for sure. It was nice, for a change, to know someone at least felt enough sympathy towards her to do such a nice thing. (Or at least that's what she told herself). But was sympathy such a good thing to have? Or was he simply being nice? And she realized then that she was staring him dead on in the eyes, something naturally she'd look away from- but she didnt want to be rude. Out of habit of analyzing things she looked at his eyes a bit longer before finally shifting her gaze the slightest bit away, just enough so it wouldnt be a stare straight to his eyes.<br/><br/>"Uh... Thank you..." She repeated, though her voice just as quiet and soft, though not sounding choked this time. In fact, itd easily be said that the tone of her voice, soft and smooth as silk, would be pleasant to the ear, if only she would speak up.