[ There's a narrowed expression soon after — Elizabeth should know better. She should keep herself planted and wait for the go-ahead, but something gnaws at her. An impatience? A sense of togetherness with this very clear stranger? Elizabeth shakes her head — ]

I'm not staying here alone. So — so lead the way and I'll follow.

[ Please admire her stupidity as endearing? ]

What if it was someone escaping? Or — or merely a survivor being indiscreet?

[ yeah about that. Don't worry, there's only an animas awaiting them. ]