Elizabeth watches Eggsy close off, watches him debate on whether to lie to her. She's happy when he doesn't though. As happy as she can be, at least, talking about something that was affecting them both. Had affected the whole ship, really, when she hadn't been able to contain her own grief. It had been a different way to hold her breath.

"Sometimes I forget Ivan's gone. And when I remember, I feel empty. Like the color's drained out of the world, and I won't ever be happy again."

She casts a sideways glance at Eggsy and smiles faintly. "Dramatic, isn't it? For someone who wasn't one to commit to anyone. But I didn't care about that, he just... he showed me things about myself I couldn't see."