[ Note to self: maybe cigars are better. Elizabeth flicks her gaze up to the smoking man, trying not to show her own weakness and sadness over the event. ]

... Hope so. Nothing's promised, though.

[ Elizabeth seems less prim and proper, more feral in this light. ]

There's - ... there's too many variables to consider. [ She sounds vague on that. ] Too many things that can happen.

[ Like Lara dying. ]