"Eliza?"

A smile crept up her lips,"You...owe me a new dress...all my clothing was lost on vacation, dear."

She looked at him painfully, trying to be playful,"Next time, we should try Figi. Heard there are....naked beaches. Savage ideas, my friend." 

She slumped forward, dropping the pistol, before grabbing the thin root in her shoulder and pulling it out slowly. She sighed, before leaning back against the metal,"I am so grateful...that my hair wasn't burned off."

She reached forward and wrapped her hand around Phineas' arm, trying to imply that she was happy that they both survived without sounding too much of a sap. She looked him over checking for any wounds,. He looked good, slightly tan for an English man and dirty but she wasn't complaining. She sighed, another smile reaching up her lips.