Eliza smiled, her cheeks reddening slightly. She spoke up with a cheesy texas drawl, "Oh Phineas, you do know how to make a gal blush." She laughed then winced groaning in an aggravated manner, "Hehe, no Sparky you ain't so bad yourself." She curled up against him, trying to be more comfortable, "I think you'll make a good writer, when we survive this." She yawned, sleep pulling her away from the horrible situation and the pain digging into her ribs.