day seven - liz

[heroizes]

[ Jack is working away diligently in the tech lab on day seven, since it's more or less where he's taken up residence. He's busily working during the non-trial days, and at this point, he's got something almost finished. When Elizabeth stops by, she'll see a mostly completed and surprisingly sophisticated pipe pistol, because of course that's what Jack's been working on. Whether she's just stopping by or actually looking for Jack, he'll look up from his work and give her a friendly wave. ]

Oh, hey, Liz. What up.

[ He twirls the pistol in his hand idly, since he's rather pleased with himself, but then sets it down as he stands. ]

Hope you don't mind but this became my, uh, priority a little bit over what I promised you. But! Today? Totally getting started. You got any requests I should start on first?

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[tearable]

[ In Rapture, she could use lies. Twist them and be who she needed to be to accomplish a goal - whatever it was. People in Rapture got it. They knew not to ask questions and watch their own back. But, here? Elizabeth was smack dab in the middle of mixed opinions and putting her trust in hands she didn't want to.

She wonders why she chose Rapture - why she didn't choose some other place where the sun beamed so hotly onto her flesh it warmed her core. Maybe she was never meant for it. Maybe it was all out of her hands in ever universe, but she has to try.

Jack goes on and she can't feel any pity for Rhys and any of the ones who were keen on keeping them here. They should have chosen another girl. They should have chosen another person other than her. That would be their undoing. ]

I can't make that vow.

[ The wheels were already turning and she looks away. ]

You can - I don't know... That's a lot of you to ask of me but, I get it. It's business. Preserving your Plan A and Plan B. If it goes that way during trial, I won't contribute. [ She looks down. ] I think people... listen to me. People are looking to me for answers that I don't have.

[ Is it enough? She's not sure. But, she needs to make something explicitly clear: ]

Did you see when I disrobed at the trial, Jack? [ Oh... ] The wound on my back, it's not healed but - someone like Rhys focused on business over humanity. Saw a guinea pig instead of a girl. This isn't business to me, but personal.

[ She insists with a chilling hiss of her voice. ]

I know precious little of what will happen next, but I'll accept that fate.

[ Whether or not he still offers the gun to her, Elizabeth does show a bit of hesitance. She doesn't yet accept it, instead, hovering her hand over it. ]

You can't - what if... I have a crossbow and ... and - you believe in my cause?

[heroizes]

Look, I know. I'm not gonna blame you if the guy gets killed, but I'm just hoping you'd go after other people first. If you can.

[ She hesitates in taking the gun, so he pushes it into her hand and clasps her hand with both of his to fold her fingers around it. ]

Because, yeah, people listen to you. You may not have the answers, but you've got confidence, and speaking from experience here, that's 90% of getting people to listen to you and take you seriously. So, yeah, I can, and I am. You take this, because you're the one putting the target on your back, not me. For better or worse, I'm, uh, pretty sure I'm safe because Rhys wouldn't let any of his guys kill me.

[ He draws his hands away, since that's more factual and as he'd listened to her, he felt more certain that giving the pistol away was the right thing to do here. He can address most of what she's said with confidence, but that one part... It's more unfamiliar. There's an irony in that Jack doesn't yet know, but he places his hands on his hips as he looks down and to the side. ]

I didn't. Look, I like to chase skirts, but I'm not gonna oggle when there's a room full of people to kick my ass for it. [ maybe privately though ssh

Jack exhales a sigh, then looks back to her. His expression is difficult, like he's unsure of what he should say here, so again, he tries to express what he wants to say as a more physical gesture. He reaches out to her face, just cupping her cheek carefully in his hand. It's a gesture of concern rather than anything inappropriate, and his expression carries the same feeling. ]

Can't say I know anything about whoever saw you as a guinea pig, but- Look, just be careful, kiddo. Problem about acting like you've got all the confidence in the world is just how big it makes that target on your back. [ He cracks a small smile ] It's not exactly your boss trying to assassinate you, but you don't have a body double to fall back on here. If that Fran chick is any indication, our staff is a bunch of grudge-y assholes, so anyone that takes one of 'em down is in trouble. At least, that's how I see it.

[tearable]

[ It's a familiar weight, she thinks. It was around the same as the revolver she tucked away in Rapture after - ... after she died, right? The timeline... it use to be clear but now chopped and messy. Elizabeth feels his warmth on her hand and she swallows hard. It's a gesture that she can't quite remember if ... anyone had shown her. ]

...I would if I had someone else. It was happenstance, believe me. [ She still doesn't confirm where she got the knowledge from, but it's good intel. That's all she wants to focus on. ] I didn't want this - you know. This type of obligation or responsibility.

[ She forces herself to look to him, and the way he phrases it - how he's helping her... she feels like there's even more pressure. ]

Then, don't worry. I won't compromise you. If I need to make a move, the crosshairs will be on me. Don't want them to be... but, doesn't feel right pinning it on someone else.

[ He sees her look over the pistol, noting the craftsmanship where it was evident. Elizabeth listens, smiling just a tiny bit at his mention of getting beat for looking at her. It's not until his hand scoops against her face that she looks back up to him.

Eyes trembling, lips parting into a soft agape state, she's sure he can feel the red flush onto her face. How it could sting him if he wasn't careful. It wasn't inappropriate but it was far more intimate than she was use to. ]

Jack...

[ His name falls past her lips in a dull hush, unable to express how she feels about it. The fear, the worry - there's a lot at risk. Not only herself but for the others. Jack wasn't understanding the weight of her responsibility - she had no one except for Booker back home. She feels... she feels like this was a chance for her to do good past her own selfish want. Her own selfish need to see the sun again. ]

I don't plan on leaving a sexy corpse, you know. But, whatever happens, I've always depended on the kindness of strangers. Thank you, ...stranger.

[heroizes]

[ Even if she doesn't explicitly say it, Jack can definitely take a guess that Elizabeth is the one with the role. With talk of weight and responsibility, it's not a far leap to make. However, though he had confronted Rhys about his leap of logic that led Rhys to confirm that he was one of the staff, he doesn't push with Elizabeth. He figures she's probably safer if he doesn't know for sure, and he won't betray that guess.

His thumb strokes her cheek lightly when she looks at him, because he worries briefly that he's upset her with how she looks at him, but-- He feels the warmth of her cheek in his hand, and that concern instead turns to a more confident smile. He breathes out a laugh at her wry comment, and he ducks his head lightly. ]

Well, good. Don't leave one at all.

[ He draws his hand away slowly, like he's hesitating to break that contact. Jack is a physical person, so in truth, it just feels nice to touch her. But he doesn't want to make it weird, especially when she's been coming onto him so strongly, so pulling away it is. ]

Hey, but, are we really strangers? I mean— [ He motions towards his face with a more wry grin ] You patched me up. That's gotta make us friends, c'mon. Or at least acquaintances? Give me some credit here.