Elizabeth looked at him, and she was just calm when he sat down next to her. She had to admit that she was a little frightened of him, but that was only natural when someone killed you. She smiled at him softly and took the bottle. She placed the bottle on her soft rosy lips, turning it upside down, drinking the vodka. She closed her eyes to savor the taste of the Vodka on her tongue. "You have good taste." She said before taking yet another drink.<br/><br/>Elizabeth turned her attention to him, and she noticed how he was favoring his wrist. She moved the bottle away from her lips and looked into eyes. "What happened to your wrist? It look like it was burned." She said softly.<br/><br/>She looked at him and frowned just a little. "Would I have to stay in this room?" She asked him and blushed when he leaned in close to her. She looked back at him and smiled softly as he brushed her hair out of her face. "I don't want to be a problem for you." She whispered and did as he did, and took a drink out of her bottle of Vodka as well.<br/><br/>Elizabeth closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against his hand. His touch was like a drug for her as her presence was for him. She blushed even more. "Alright, I will stay, if I can come out of this room. It smells." She said and smiled, even laughed a little before she took a drink of her Vodka again.