His answer had her quiet and thoughtful. Elizabeth stared up at him and with some good intentioned effort on her part, she reached forward and rested her hand on his arm. Likely it meant little to him, she expected people touched each other in these ways constantly in normal everyday life. For her, it was a luxury and a gift to be able to touch someone so casually, and gently. "I have a great deal of more questions for you, if you will be patient with me, Mr. DeWitt. I understand that you may not know the particulars but surely you understand my situation."

Elizabeth assumed that he knew all about her and her life, she assumed everyone in Columbia did. Although, as she thought of that Elizabeth wondered if maybe he didn't at all. Maybe, as he said, it didn't much matter now. "Or maybe you don't. Regardless I will not bombard you with them for the moment. For now, I would like to see what the out-of-doors is all about. Will you be my escort?" Elizabeth gave him a hopeful smile.