[She wouldn't draw her own conclusions if there was anything offered from the other side-- she's learned that from example, that being fed information from one side when nothing is offered about the other is a dangerous way to form conclusions.]
[But what choice does she have when he won't talk to her? Won't offer anything at all aside from silence or mechanical sounds she can't interpret? Handfuls of words she has to string together into something she can figure out?]
[She waits for a while, looking at his mask, wanting some kind of correction or indication of what he's thinking, what page he's on. But when it doesn't happen, Elizabeth isn't left with much aside from the assumption that she's right: they can't understand each other.]
[She stands up, brushes off the seat of her pants, picks up her bottle and starts walking past him to go back to the party.]
Stay safe out here.
[She says it only to take the high ground, and not walk away without saying a word. No reason to stop doing all the talking, after all.]
It's okay!
[But what choice does she have when he won't talk to her? Won't offer anything at all aside from silence or mechanical sounds she can't interpret? Handfuls of words she has to string together into something she can figure out?]
[She waits for a while, looking at his mask, wanting some kind of correction or indication of what he's thinking, what page he's on. But when it doesn't happen, Elizabeth isn't left with much aside from the assumption that she's right: they can't understand each other.]
[She stands up, brushes off the seat of her pants, picks up her bottle and starts walking past him to go back to the party.]
Stay safe out here.
[She says it only to take the high ground, and not walk away without saying a word. No reason to stop doing all the talking, after all.]