"Become that?" [ Now she flushes in an angry fluster. ] Do you mean, you won't help me to fulfill my violent destiny, is that it?

[ Elizabeth knows that it isn't, but misuse of words or no, it still stings. She shakes her head firmly. ]

You won't help me to protect myself, but I need to be more careful, and at the same time, I can't be around you; short of hiring a personal bodyguard, the only other option is to lock myself away.

[ That is, there are no real options, as she sees them. Elizabeth's frustration is hot and tangible, unlike the cool disdain of her soulless counterpart. ]

What, Booker? What do you want me to do?