Her shoulders visibly drooped, without her much meaning them to and she turned away from him to collect herself, her voice. She blamed everything recent for her emotional state, and was glad that she hadn't allowed her hopes to raise too high, despite that Sam had wanted to hear her out. It still meant nothing. She smirked and shook her head twice, looking at Sam once more. "It's done with, yeah? You have your heart set on someone else. I...have my own things and ways."
Elisabeth started to tug on a strand of her hair, crossing her legs and jingling her foot. "Why did you make me tell you?" Her voice was caught between a whisper and something monotonic, quiet, hanging in the air. "I mean...how does this make anything better? You know it's not easy yeah?" And she was rambling then, adding, "There was this bloke who came into my work the other night? His name was Sam. Was it awful that for one single moment I thought of you?" She wasn't looking at him anymore, her eyes slightly glazed over at laying on the gardens before her.