[ She wasn't happy, no. She feels threatened and for the first time since arriving here, she feels like a little girl. She thinks back on days when her hair was pulled back and her make-up light. When the sun felt so close and heated on her skin and now? She's grown pale in her time in Rapture and the current trends in make up amplified this. Her smooth, white skin had their fair share of cuts and bruises but as she looks down to her hands, idly, she drifts off when he talks. She doesn't feel like a girl until moments like this, where she can't summon the strength to hide her emotions.

She finally snaps her attention to him: ]

This was some... some test then? [ Elizabeth spits out in disbelief. ] Ask me about my life, about my motives, but -

[ No, man was easy to enrage. ]

If you lay your hand on me without permission again, I can assure you this moment will come up in the trial. You don't treat a lady like this - [ She feigns, using the persona she manufactured that cares more about manners than anything else, but she's hurt. It wasn't Bigby, it was herself for not... being strong enough. ] Trust me, I plan to stay alive, if that's what you're wondering. My answers all go back to me not wanting to die in this hellhole.