"Oh.." Elizabeth murmured, and right as she could hear the footsteps just the same, she quickly had hid the necklace pendant beneath the hoodie she was still wearing, making sure it wouldn't be visible. There wasn't any point in carrying a gun if it was in full sight. And she stared as Jocelyn walked in, flinching while Nika was kicked, where she very nearly yelped as if she were the one kicked.<br/><br/>Her heart beat easily rocketed as Jocelyn came straight to her, already trembling as the rope was removed from her ankles. And at the tug, she very nearly fell flat on her face, but quickly stumbled to catch herself, yelping loudly at the same time. Her wrists already hurt, and this wasn't helping any. Giving a practical pleading look to Nika though she knew there really wasn't anything that could be done, her trembling would only grow worse as she had to stalk after Jocelyn.<br/><br/>---------------------- ~*~ ----------------------<br/><br/>Elizabeth kept her gaze mainly on the floor, feeling like a deer in front of a car's headlights with how fast her heart was beating, quite literally terrified as she heard the faint squeal whom she assumed was from the maids who had just practically ran out. Immediately she recognized the man as the one who had slapped her once before. Either way, she refused to meet anyone's gaze that was in the room, as if this would keep her hidden, and not out in the open as she terribly felt. There wasn't anywhere to hide this time.<br/><br/>She very nearly cowered beneath Jocelyn's gaze, and just stood there for a few moments and rubbed her wrists. Keeping her head down and her gaze down just the same though, her eyes flicked about nervously as if trying to watch for any movement, while she hesitated greatly to sit besides this man. But even when she was seated, she pressed herself as far away from him as she could, visibly rigid and tense beneath her layers of clothes in which she was attempting to hide in, having slipped in her hands to her sleeves.<br/><br/>And she was positive they'd hear her heart, for it was drumming in her own ears, pounding away like a frightened rabbit's would. But she didn't dare speak, just repeatedly swallowing that lump in her throat, shaking visibly as she sat there, pressed against the arm of the chair while doing her best not to touch this man in even the smallest of ways.<br/><br/>Despite the fact that there had been a friendly tone, in her own ears it was anything but, and served no sorts of comfort in any ways at all. Instead it had only panicked her further, and really she was trying her best not to simply start crying while she was shaking, hence the reason she was repeatedly swallowing that lump in her throat, nor meeting anyone's gaze, afraid the slightest interaction and she'd snap.