What he was saying wasn't making much sense to her, and she didn't have much time to think it over when he started moving in on her. She knew right away why he was doing so, and stiffened. Once they connected though, she felt a warmth in her and she relaxed, gently returning the kiss...and then more...and the more. Luckily she hadn't gotten too wild with it when she seperated, but it did give her time (and incentive) to contemplate and mildly accept what he had said before.

"That is a very nice kiss, sir...Most different than I was expecting...now, could you help a lady up? I no longer want to wallow on the cold, hard ground."

She more firmly held onto his hand now,prepared to be lifted to her feet. "And I want to see what is around in 300 years.."

Yeah, her accent was still there, and she still held no memory of anything...but that kiss had definitely been Elizabeth.