Finally freed from her binds after Ethan's vouch, Elizabeth ran her hands over the raw skin with a slight wince.  It would heal up soon enough.  “Asshole,” she muttered beneath her breath, refusing his apology.  If anything, she had been the one who needed to be careful about them.  Especially seeing the amount of armory they were hauling around.  

As the older man of the group addressed her, it was probably the first time any one of these people had said something that she actually liked.  While doubt was still evident on her face, Elizabeth gave a nod of agreement.  Whatever got her away from here and these people.  “Sounds good.  Thanks.”

Listening to the exchange between the men, the woman arched a brow as the last word she would use to describe her run in with Ethan was 'lucky'.  It might have been lucky for him considering she'd saved his life, but since then all he had managed to do was drag her to be caught by some criminals and then held prisoner by his own people.  While they talked about those things, Elizabeth thought back to her time in the city and the chaos.  There were so many of those things.  A vacant stare at an empty space in the middle of the floor, all she could think about was how that walker—as Ethan called it—had melted her fiance's face off.  Face contorting as she thought about the way he'd pulled the skin away, hands covered in blood, to reveal the muscle underneath, she was pulled out of her disturbing thoughts when someone addressed her.

Blinking back to the present as she turned towards the person speaking, it was Johnny.  “Grits are fine,” she said.  They were a southern staple and something she'd grown up eating often.  Even if it was something she hated, Elizabeth had been eating worms, grasshoppers, and other insects she'd been digging up in the dirt.  At the moment, she wasn't picky.  Grits sounded like a breakfast fit for a king.

More than happy with what was for dinner, Elizabeth got herself a bowl and returned to her spot since that was where she felt the most comfortable.  Eating slowly to savor the taste, the first bite was almost too hot as she had to let it linger in her mouth with it open for a minute before she finally swallowed.  The others she softly blew to cool while it was still on the spoon.

Preparing to take another bite of her meal, she glanced at the woman out of the corner of her eyes when she asked her plan to survive.  There wasn't really a plan, but she hadn't had any issues with what she'd been doing before except when it came to food.  A shrug of her shoulder she responded, “Avoid people that will tie me up.”  It might not have been much of a strategy, but it was the best thing she had at the moment and right now the only thing that found to be a real issue.  Hell, even the bugs she could handle.

Finding it odd to hear that at a time like this she was going to play games, Elizabeth ignored it as her gaze moved to Johnny—the person she would be going against for her bath.  Though her food was only half eaten, she sat the bowl in the floor.  “We could go at the same time,” Elizabeth suggested to him, flashing Johnny an impish grin as she stood and went over to him.  She didn't actually mean it; she was just trying to distract him and catch him off guard so she had a slight advantage.  In her previous line of work, a smile and flattery went a long way to getting what she wanted.  Back then it had been more money; right now it was simply a bath.  “But you, Johnny.  I get the feeling you're a gentleman.  So ladies first, yes?”

That had been a lie.  Already Elizabeth had assumed he was a jerk, but that might have just been her being sour over his suggestion to keep her tied up in the first place.  Still, she took off at a fast sprint towards the bathroom.  Sliding into the room she shut the door quickly behind her and made sure to lock it.  Johnny would just have to wait.  And he would just have to wait for a long time.