[ He's doing more than pushing her bubbles. He's casting suspicion on himself in a poor attempt to do it to her. There's a nervous tightening of her stomach, an uneasiness as he approaches. She's armed, don't worry, but Elizabeth doesn't show her cards too quickly. For now, she allows him to vent his frustrations as if it'd make him feel better about the whole thing. Maybe this is like some poor therapy for her too.

Her head tilts away, looking up to the ceiling as he pushes her back into the shower stall door. Keeping her look away from him, he can see how uncomfortable she grew being backed into a corner. ]

Maybe I wanted to see if chivalry was dead. Why send a woman to do a man's job? [ She fakes, she lies. Elizabeth's words were still dreadfully optimistic at times even if they lose the feeling they usually had. Not now, not anymore. ] The wrong kind of attention will get a girl killed. Is it wrong wanting to protect myself?

[ Elizabeth's snapping her gaze back to him. He seems to want reassurance and that kind of makes her teeth grit together. ]

The sooner I trust someone the sooner they put the knife in my back. Business, Bigby. Survival is the most primal form of business imaginable, if you think about it. My intention was not to send you or Alvin out to get hurt - it was an unfortunate reaction.

[ Whether he believed her remained to be seen. However, Elizabeth straightens a bit further and slowly, he'll see her knee begin to lift up so her foot slides against the shower stall door. It pivots her knee upwards and stops just before Bigby's... ahem. ]

I suggest you give me a room to breathe or you'll be two for two with pretty girls touching you in bad ways...