Elisabeth took a step back, sniffing. "Wow, note to self; never be part of John's welcoming party again." Elisabeth rolled her eyes. She was beginning to rethink her feelings of when she first saw him. When his angered flared, she poked around in his head to see just why he was targeting his aggression towards her and was a bit put off when she realized he thought she possibly had something to do with him being here.
Narrowing her eyes and tightly crossing her arms just under her breasts, her smile evaporated and her tone was less than cheery. "How dare you accuse me of abducting you, you bloody arse! If anyone should be aggro, here, is me! You left us, Pyro. You chose them over us and you just up and left, regardless of whatever friends you may have hurt to left behind." When she was angry, her British accent was all the more heard, clipping words and snapping sounds. She hadn't meant to bring the whole going-bad-thing into the conversation, at least not yet, but his insinuation had hurt her, insulted her, and it was all she could do but to not spout off.