[ Elizabeth was about to fall asleep, but there's still... she'll hold onto the cigarette. Maybe later, she'll smoke it. For once, she doesn't put up to nerves and keeping a persona on. She's yawning a bit, settled in with the comfort of the cushion against her body. ]

Such is life. [ She says with a wave of her hand, keeping the cigarette between her fingers. She doesn't clue into what he really means though... ] I guess the best thing you can do is try and make it a damn good end. Some don't get that luxury.

[ There's a hint of sadness there, but Elizabeth is now seen slipping her heels off and getting comfortable. Practically, she's looking more relaxed than she had been in a while and maybe? She is. The lull of background music and soft cushions makes her feel at ease...

He makes mention of her getting around and she smiles. ]

No, not really. You'd be surprised.

[ :) Only towers and escaping problems. ]

I'd rather keep to myself nowadays. There's too much... badness in the world. Too much sin.