Bugger. Elisabeth banged her head back upon the wooden beam and flew off into a silent rant "in" Japanese, mouthing obscenities and words he'd never hear or know the meaning of.
Fine.
They would do this the hard way, or at least in some sort of way that would work. While he was cautious, she was bold, her hand reaching out and grabbing for the material of his Jedi robes only to pull him to her lips where she promptly kissed him. It was nothing overly sensual, but certainly a greeting he was not likely expecting. She let go of his robes and smiled, lightly patting his cheek before slipping off the railing. She held out her arms and looked around, held up a finger in the 'shh' signal, and then shrugged. Her way of saying she hadn't a clue what was going on with and did he have any inkling?