“Oh Honey, you sound terrible,” Elizabeth heard Jocelyn speak again, and curled up again beneath her blankets. She would've laid there, if Jocelyn hadn't kept talking. Some part of her was saying it was a bad idea- Like letting a killer into your home. Sniffling to herself, she tried debating whether it'd be worth it, letting Jocelyn in or not. She did want the comfort... And possibly even the company.<br/><br/>“Please let me in Elizabeth. I can’t help you if you don’t let me in.” She heard again, and sat up once more, letting her legs hang off the bed for a few moments before she stood. Aleksey would've scolded her to let Jocelyn into her dorm, but... Then again, she wasn't sure what she should believe, or not believe, from what had come from that man's mouth.<br/><br/>After another minute she got up and went to the door, still rubbing at her eyes with one hand in much the fashion a child would. And while she did this with one hand, she unlocked and opened the door with the other, stepping aside so Jocelyn could come in if she wanted. "Sorry.." She murmured in a soft croak, referring to any waiting that had been done while Elizabeth had mentally been debating whether or not to open the door.<br/><br/>Wine sounded strangely appealing at that time, but she wasn't sure, even if offered, that she would have any. She had stopped crying, but easily could start up again if someone mentioned the wrong thing. She was as timid as ever, like a deer right after hearing a gun shot through the wind, ready to run at even the slightest sound, and more fragile as ever.