[ It's nice to know she's not here alone. She's not... the only one who is honestly terrified. Elizabeth narrows her eyes a bit when he speaks about his mental wellness. Truthfully, she had her fears but after Diva...? ]

I won't let them. I let an innocent woman, as unwell as she was, be executed. Alfendi, no matter, I will give you the fairness we are all entitled to.

[ She's taking a chance here. She really is. Elizabeth chews on her bottom lip, trying to come together with the prospect of believing in Alfendi - trusting him. It's hard for her, hard for her to believe in anything but her own escape. But... ]

If they have research to do, they won't stop until there's a result produced. They're... studying us in some way, looking for a metric we can't quite find. Is it based off survival...? Stress levels..?

[ She muses out loud, but it's so... dry. She doesn't care right now. She's tired and sore and disenchanted. ]

There's only two people in my apartment now - myself and another. If you need to spend the night and brainstorm this, we can. I don't... know much about my other roommate, but we should be fine.

[ Yeah, Elizabeth's room is a fucking danger zone?? ]