"Intergalactic?" Being a woman with no proper education, there were plenty of things that Elizabeth didn't know much about. Of course she read and she was very fond of poetry, but through all her readings and many a conversation with educated gentlemen in town, this was something she'd never come across. For a second she was afraid to ask what this intergalactic even was, but if it gave her a fighting chance to get out of here...
She had crossed a line and felt willing to do almost anything to get answers. "It is a comfort to learn of London's continued advancement. However, this brings forth yet another of many questions. I have never in my entire life imagined I would speak a thing such as this, but, when do you presume we are?" Elizabeth looked at him with troubled, sincere eyes. "Have I become a victim to your time or are you the prey of mine? Or have we both become lost in one unfamiliar era?"
Elizabeth was still slightly surprised each and every time she spoke. Not in her wildest dreams did people travel through time, nor would a man like Kirk even exist. To progress in this new "world," though, Elizabeth thought, she'd have to adapt. She sensed Kirk knew more about such things than she did, as a girl born and raised in a simple home with no true education. As awkward as it would be, Elizabeth had to reform everything she thought she knew, and Kirk, though indirectly, would have to help her.
"Your assumptions are correct, Mr. Kirk. My new estate is a true likeness of Longbourne--my home in England. Our arrivals surely cannot be a coincidence," Elizabeth patted down the front of her skirts as she stood from the bench. "Someone has precisely chosen each of us, it appears, and the tailored living quarters lead me to believe they expect to conserve us here for an extended time, if not permanently. Who would endure such hardships for the purpose of storing us here, in particular if they haven't a violent agenda?"