The thought of warm clothes and food was enticing to say the least.  A city girl by heart, she wasn't accustomed to living in these conditions and quite honestly didn't know how she had made it so long herself.  But that wasn't something the would admit to anyone; her pride wouldn't let her.  Debating it over in her head, she didn't get a chance to say anything before he grabbed her.  Looking offended as he shushed her, Elizabeth remained silent because it was the smart thing to do; she was bristling beside him though.

She didn't plan to move until he dragged her along anyway and she was forced to go with him.  Elizabeth quietly fought against him every bit of the way by trying to yank her arm back, but his grip on her was tight; unless she wanted to make a scene by squirming against him—which would result in unwanted attention—she had to relent.

Whatever these men were talking about didn't interest her any though she made a mental note not to go to any farm at the top of any hill.  These people weren't exactly friendly looking types.  Dragged back out by Ethan while they discussed their plan to take the place, when they were out of range she finally jerked her arm away from him with a glare.  “Don't ever do that again,” she hissed, keeping her voice low to stay on the safe side.

At the revelation the were talking about the place Ethan had mentioned, Elizabeth just arched a brow as the first thought that went through her head was that it wouldn't be able to provide anything for her now.  Finding herself scoffing in amusement at how he was trying to convince her to help him, she crossed her arms in front of her and shifted her weight to one foot.  “I don't have to do anything,” she informed him.  “In case you forgot, I was the one who just had to save your ass.  From where I'm standing, it looks like you need me a hell of a lot more than I need you.”  If she stayed far away from both these guys and the barn, she couldn't see how they would get her; she wouldn't be anywhere near them.

“Or,” Elizabeth began.  “You could come with me.  And we could both do the smart thing by, you know, going [i]away[/i] from the danger,” she suggested with emphasis on going the opposite direction.  Whoever was back at the barn wasn't anything to her and she didn't see why she should risk her life going there when they knew there was going to be an attack.  She was barely surviving as it was; she couldn't fight and against those men they didn't stand a chance.  Going to the barn now was suicide in her opinion—though, if she were to be completely honest, she had nothing against the thought of dying right now; she'd already lost everything.  "But if you're really hell bent on being stupid about this, I guess I can help watch your back.  If you ask me nicely."