"Might be, might'n not." It was a curious exercise of the mind and of theories of predestination. Elizabeth was more quiet as they walked side by side and while she was looking all around with an excited curiosity, her eyes would inevitably always come back to the gentleman (as she saw him) by her side. As they approached a busier section of street, Elizabeth lifted her hand up to lightly hold at the inside of his elbow. In novels the women sometimes did that and it seemed like something she would like to do, and it turned out that she did.

"You were coming to save me," Elizabeth said once she finally spoke up again. "How were you going to do it? My tower was so tall-- and how were you ever going to get past Songbird? I have seen him get angry, it's not something the faint of heart could ever face." Which made her estimation of him rise considerably as she thought of it.