She's familiar with that turn of phrase, and the recognition of the gravity of what Ivan's said registers on Elizabeth's face-- like she understands. How does she know? That would be a long story. "Sounds like it would be the best vacation anyone's had, with promises like that," she says with a laugh. She's been to a resort before, but it had been a little boring on her own. Something tells her it would be far more exciting if Ivan was escorting her around.

Although apparently, she's outed herself unnecessarily. Elizabeth looks mildly distressed by the revelation that she'd actually been doing alright by Ivan's reckoning. "You're kidding me," she moans, hiding her face by putting her forehead into Ivan's chest. "I mean-- I am. Shy," she says, looking back up at him, struggling to convey why she's so bizarre in this area that Ivan so excels at. "I used to plunge headfirst into things I didn't know much about, but I've... outgrown that habit, and I try to proceed with caution now," Elizabeth admits with a small smile. "Like I said, b-- men haven't really caught my eye before now."

She couldn't be involved with anyone, really. Friends or otherwise.