Elizabeth closed the door once Jocelyn had walked in, locking it again out of habit but she just as quickly unlocked it. Just in case. She then lightly sat on the edge of her bed as she had been motioned to by the pat to the bed by Jocelyn. At the mention of Aleksey again her face contorted slightly for a moment in an expression of pain of some sort and she just shook her head. She had never been one to talk about her troubles.<br/><br/>"Men are always cruel.. It doesn't matter if they're old or young." She answered, but just stared at the glass of wine that she knew was meant for her. She hadn't ever tasted wine or anything else that could give you that drunken feeling, therefore some part of her was afraid, because she didn't know her limits. Some people would get buzzed from just a glass, others it'd take a few. And since she hadn't ever even cared to taste, she was afraid that from a simple glass she might already have drunk too much.<br/><br/>"Makeup is useless," Elizabeth immediately retorted at Jocelyn's statement, staring at the glass so she wouldn't stare at something else, but not moving to even think about picking it up. "Everyone these days uses it to hide themselves, when originally it was meant to only enhance the beauty, not cover it. You're not supposed to paint your face on in the morning." Maybe it was because she had grown up with a father and not a mother, or maybe it was just her, but she hadn't ever bothered with the whole makeup deal.<br/><br/>"There isn't anyone to trust... Because they either don't understand, or when they do they criticize you for being yourself.." She answered this in a zoned out manner, her gaze changing to Jocelyn for a few moments before it was back on the glass.