"Yeah...fine," Elisa sighs and squeezes back, patting his knuckles with her free hand, since he's seen fit to hold onto the one with the IV in the elbow. She's not mad at you, Goliath, she's mad at herself, at this whole situation, at the ship and the idea that she might have to face that it's all....gone.

No, screw that. Goliath was easy to get mad at— he was so damn frustrating sometimes, and it was a hell of a lot easier to stoke that fire than to put it out and stare at the ashes of her entire life. Of course, Bella's teeth had made sure Elisa was infected as well, and that made her even less capable than normal of controlling her temper.

"So just what have you been telling everyone about us while I've been out, huh?"