[The trouble with letting these feelings out before she has a chance to think about it is that she doesn't know what to expect as a response. But once Ivan explains it to her, she realizes he wouldn't say anything other than something that would be comforting.]

At the center of all of this is something I think everyone wants. [She stops pulling the cart, then shrugs and looks up at him.] I just want you to like me. Not that you've ever said anything that gave me any idea that you don't, but... well. [Elizabeth gives him a wry smile.] I think you know why I never made too many friends before now. Never had, uh, any lovers either.

I wanted one, though! I used to see couples sitting on benches together or walking hand-in-hand, and I'd wish I could have that kind of connection with someone. But I didn't think it would ever happen. That-- what you saw in there-- [She gestures back towards the medical bay.] --that should make me afraid of somebody touching me, but it doesn't. What I'm afraid of is no one wanting to touch me.