[ Elizabeth in a brief moment thinks she made a terrible mistake. As if her safety was on the line. Being close to someone was new, confronting them - that could be deadly. She doesn't fight him as the waning authority in her voice is evident. Elizabeth tenses up at his touch, looking up to him.

His words are so much different than she expects. He compromises and in that moments, it clicks: why he has gotten to where he's gotten. He seizes moments, showing compassion when needed and ruthlessness when needed. This trait can teeter a leader to a dictator. She's seen it herself. ]

...I can see why you were successful in your leadership.

[ She's not sad, or mad, or anything really. Her voice is a little dull. Dry. ]

Charisma goes a long way. People gravitate to those who make sense or at the very least, seem confident they make sense. It's a powerful tool to have in your arsenal, actually.

[ He has to know, but she doesn't sense anything horrible on his end. A hothead is as far as she goes, but she lectures - all while blanketing herself in this naive viewpoint.]

I'm sorry for coming to you this abruptly, I was heated and - [ She cuts herself off, awkwardly looking away and shrugging her shoulders a bit. ] I wasn't wrong in my concern, but I shouldn't have added fuel to a fire.