[ She doesn't like where this conversation is going, since it's fairly predictable. Elizabeth frowns and sighs a little, but shakes her head. ]

Not as much as I probably need to, no. [ She can at least be honest and admit that much, because it's something that's bothered her since— Well, since the first time she really felt in danger after seeing Booker kill those people. Granted, they were people that would have taken her back, so she doesn't exactly care that they died now, but she had that deep pang of fear as Booker chased after her where she realized that she wasn't going to be able to do much of anything compared to him.

However. ]

But I'm not afraid to.

[ She's so resolute in saying it that it's probably odd. For everything else about her that's just very nice, this seems a little at odds with that. But her voice softens, and she shrugs. ]

...Besides, there's a cure, apparently. So I have to do what I can to try and find what's needed for it or figure it out.