About... three weeks since the crash? I should be keeping track, it's hard when the days tend to consist of... [She waves her hand out at the deserted expanse.] This.

[It's good he can get some water down. Even if it's not precisely what he needs, it can't hurt anything, right? Elizabeth reaches over to take his free hand, a little curious about how his pulse is faring right now.]

Anything I can't shoot, I'm sure I can bat my eyelashes at. [She smirks, imagining herself trying to charm Teeth-For-Face down in the caves. There are many things she'd do, but admittedly, she's drawing the line at that one.]

Right, because we're short on First Mates you know. Egan's got this procession under control-- as much as I hate to admit it. And once we get to the hub, who knows what I'll be if anything. I could just be Elizabeth of the Many Books again. [It doesn't sound so terrible, really, despite her crushing need to be needed somewhere.]