[ She had thrown her tantrum, the frustration akin to a teenager and fitting for her regardless of what time period. Her face as flushed red as if she had been yelling for hours. No crying, not now. Elizabeth had taken care to calm herself down, to see that this wasn't just about her and her suffering. Everyone here had items lining up and yes, the other photo now caught her attention. ]

I see. [ Elizabeth won't push - it's not in her nature to take someone's weakness and twist it against them. The only time she had, it as to get her out of Columbia. To get Booker to agree to take her to Paris. Fat luck that did for her, huh? The man in her photo was nothing in comparison to Jack's girl (of that she knows). He's a stranger, but she feels so invested to him- drawn to him for her salvation. It figures that was what they took. ] It does look that way, doesn't it?

I'm sorry - for what it's worth. That she's... she's dragged into this. [ Regardless of how she feels about Jack (which is positive most of the time), no one deserves to have a bargaining chip that steep. ] She'll be fine. We have to hold faith that these - they're all threats. No one's been able to accomplish what they hoped to. No promise of knowledge, wealth... it falls short.