Elizabeth simply jumped when Aleksey threw a fist at his brother, furthermore barely able to support him with her own strength as she blinked once, not saying anything but simply figuring that's what it was like to have siblings. Of course she'd never had any, so she wouldn't know. But from what she heard from everyone else, siblings were always arguing and teasing each other.<br/><br/>At the question to take her coat she seemed hesitant, but slowly gave it up to the hand that had been put out towards her, as if she were being asked to take off armor in the middle of a war. This was simply because after stripping the coat she felt open, and vulnerable, despite the fact that she'd only stripped a layer, when she had so many more to 'shield' her. But she only nodded in response to Aleksey's mother's statement about sleeping arrangement. She wouldn't be the one to argue. And though she did want to sleep with Aleksey again, whether that was for purposes of simply comfortableness, or to ease her nervousness, she wasn't quite sure yet.<br/><br/>Elizabeth trudged over, and made sure to sit beside Aleksey, or at least as close as she could get to that. And from there she had seen Aleksey's face go from mock happiness (As far as she could tell), all the way to simply blank, no happiness there until he attempted a weak smile that she saw right through, and would've scolded at him if they had been alone for it.<br/><br/>She looked at the glass of wine she was handed in a dumbfounded manner for just a split second, as if she wasn't sure what to do with it. The last time she had touched wine, it had been with Jocelyn. And she was quite sure Aleksey's mother didn't quite have the same intentions, but it made her uneasy to even have a glass in her hand, while she shifted slightly in her seat for a moment.<br/><br/>“What are our parents doing for Christmas? Won’t they miss you?” Elizabeth cringed visibly at this. But before there was any time to answer anything relative, Aleksey had said something in Russian, where she hadn't caught what he and his brother had been conversing about, before, too. "I bet your mother absolutely spoils you rotten. I know I would if I had a daughter. Won’t she miss you dear?”<br/><br/>She cringed again, this time altogether moving her own gaze to the floor, but after a moment put her hand over Aleksey's, cooing softly in a whisper, "It's alright.." Maybe it wasn't ever as big a deal as she made it. His mother asked, she'd tell.<br/><br/>"I haven't seen my father in over two years. He's a business man, so as you can imagine he's always.. Running around." She looked to Aleksey's mother with a weak, half hearted smile. But anyone that knew her would know that smile was as fake as ever. "My mother died when I was young. My grandmother died some time ago, and I never knew my grandfather. My mother and father, frankly, don't have any sisters or brothers. So I.. As far as I know, I don't have any aunts or uncles. I don't have any siblings, either. So, I guess I would've been alone, again, but that's why I appreciate that I was invited here. And I'd like to thank you again." Elizabeth was working on showing as little emotion on her face as she could manage. She didn't detail anything, but she at least was speaking at all. The moment she stepped in, she had debated whether or not she'd turn mute unless with only Aleksey.<br/><br/>Then, figuring now was as good a time as any, she took a small, silent gulp from her glass. Maybe she'd actually need it this time.