Elizabeth's already big blue eyes got a little wider as she listened to the quote. Booker had a nice voice, with a slight accent to it speaking of New York where he had said he was from, and it was pleasant to listen to. It was the most he had said at once and she found that she liked listening to him talk. Part of this was due to the fact that she had never figured him for a philosopher and yet these were lofty thoughts and ideals to be expressing in open conversation. It was, somehow, exciting and fulfilling. When she had been younger she thought herself to have conversations with the doctors which had proved frustrating and even depressing in their failure.

This was what friends did, Elizabeth decided. They spoke at length with one another, on important topics. The nature of man and the choices he makes -- how much more important a topic could she have hoped for? "That was lovely, Mr. DeWitt. Thank you for sharing it with me."

Inevitably, her hand found its way back up to the crook of his elbow as they walked. "If I had been able to get out of the tower before now I surely would have. My lack of freedom was not for my many attempts to free myself. I even learned how to lock pick in the hopes it would avail me and, as you see, it did not." Elizabeth gave an admiring smile up at the man at her side. "It was a good thing I had a man of courage and strength coming to get me."