Despite his shouting, Elizabeth maintained her hold on the stick.  Though still on edge she relaxed slowly, eying him as though she didn't fully believe him.  His face was now covered in the thing's blood and she scrunched her nose in disgust.  The man didn't look well at all.  She said nothing as she watched him haul the dead out of the grave and pushed it into the river.  Opening her mouth to protest, she was a little too late to actually stop him.  Letting out a defeated sigh as her shoulders slumped slightly, she only hoped the body hadn't contaminated the water somehow.  Right now that was the only water source she really had.  Even if it was still find, she would have a hard time forcing herself to drink it now knowing that the corpse was floating somewhere downstream.

The only reason Elizabeth lingered was to make sure he was okay and that he wasn't going to turn into one of those things.  So far he was in the clear.  Preoccupied with her scrutinizing stares, she hadn't paid much attention to the awkward silence or the fact that the man might have been uncomfortable by her presence.  She was just doing what she felt she had to in order; if he was going to be any trouble then she wanted to make sure she cut it off at the root before it grew any bigger.

Arcing a brow as he introduced himself, her eyes shifted around the area.  He didn't owe her shit.  Sure, he'd almost gotten eaten, but she was just doing what any other respectable person would do.  At least she hoped; she wasn't too sure of anything anymore.

Whether it was because he felt a need to talk about his wife or because he just felt like he had to make up for the silence, it was Elizabeth's turn now to feel uncomfortable.  She didn't want to hear the stories about how they'd met or fallen in love and her face gave a visible grimace when he started to tell his tale.  But more than that, she couldn't help but think about her own situation.  About her own fiance and daughter and the fate they'd met.  She could feel her chest constricting and making it difficult to breathe.  Pulling at her shirt thinking the collar was suffocating her, she took in quick short breaths of air and was close to hyperventilating.

When he asked her where she was from she just looked at him.  “Shut up,” she said.  She didn't care about what he had to do, where he was from, and she sure as hell didn't want to hear his life story.  Rolling her shoulders uneasily, she shook her head and clinched the stick in her hands.  “Just try to be more careful.”  Not wanting to stay there any longer in case he started reminiscing out loud again, Elizabeth started trekking back to her original spot away from him.