"Save... save me?" She shook her head, her arms coming up to rest against her, hands in front of her chest. Elizabeth idly fiddled with the new bracelet on her wrist. "If you please, it matters very much to me. Why? Why you, why now? Why were you coming to save me? Do you know my parents?"

Without her conscious choice to, her fingers slid down to play with the thimble covering her truncated pinky. It was a nervous habit she had developed a long time ago. "You have my picture, I think I deserve at least some explanation of what your intentions were. What is your name? You already know mine."

It might be that he could no longer fulfill his duty but it mattered to her why he had that duty and what he might mean to her now, and if he had anything to do with these current events. Elizabeth had often been curious about her parents and what life in Columbia was like outside of her tower. This man was her key to unlocking those doors, surely.