[ Whatever happened in the trial... it wasn't her fault, was it? Not only had they both gone forth and done stupid shit - giving the suggestion and then him following it out... Elizabeth tries to clear her guilt, but fails every time. As "mature" as she may look, she has limited experience with how the world works - how people work. She grossly underestimates how much that target grew on Bigby's back because of her.

He tries to snap back and Elizabeth narrows her eyes. ]

You have to be real convincing to get favors out of me. [ A fear of being betrayed... she feels her heart thump a bit quicker, fear eating at her more than she'd like to admit. ] I helped you take care of a body, didn't I? If I was playing you for a sucker, I'd have left you to dirty your hands. What happened was not something I could ever have predicted. You want to think I'm one of them? I wouldn't have things traced back to me so damn easily. Pretty, but not stupid, Bigby.

[ She thinks about what happened and studies him. It's self defense. She learned a long time ago - crotch then throat. If she can disable him with a reaction, then she could put him down with the right attack onto his throat, be it by hand or by a weapon. Elizabeth learned a long time ago men that can't keep their hands to themselves need to be dealt with.

He keeps going forward, making her feel smaller and smaller as he finally touches her. The breath escapes her lung and even if he taunts her in some authoritative, gruff way... Elizabeth gives him one last chance. ]

Might want to hold off on playing double dog dare with me. The second you lay a Goddamn finger on me, I'll make sure everyone in this complex knows.

[ Elizabeth fights back the urge to cry, snapping her head away from him as her hand balls against her hip, right against her waistline. ]

I'm giving you one last chance to stop and learn boundaries, mister.