Elizabeth watched as Connor seemed to make himself perfectly at home, and reading a book without getting permission first. When marl turned his attention towards her, waiting for her question, she looked down and attempted to figure out how to ask it. After a bit she figured it would be best to be forward and honest. 

"I may have the mindset from many centuries ago..and am far removed from this time... but I am still aware of it when someone does not like me. " he looked at him then, definitely seeking an answer, "and it has definitely been bothering me...but do you hold this dislike for me because I have done something to you, or because i have been bitten?"

Inside, she hoped it was because she had done something...but a part of her was telling her otherwise...still, she waited for his answer. And as nervous as she was on the inside, she held herself like the lady she was, quite yet determined and expectant.