Not once did she question him or his choices. She went along silently, leaving him to his thoughts, and letting him lead her how he wanted. Her guilt deepened with every precaution. When he finally put his first question to her - the question she believed he had every reason to shout at her - Beauty pressed her lips together and centered herself. The truth, all of it, then. This is what she should have told him before she went.
"Many reasons," she said. "The police have done nothing against him or Edward Nigma. I wanted to see him again -- to look at him and make him look at me. I wanted him to apologize. I wanted him to explain. I wanted him to promise never to do anything like that to me or anyone else every again. But mostly, I wanted to understand why. I wanted him to stop, and I wanted to understand why he..."
She stopped just short of naming his crimes, realizing that a list of the things Doctor Crane had done to her would do nothing to settle the man beside her now.
"He danced with me when we first met. He was kind. He made me laugh, he was gentle, and he was a gentleman. I thought we could be friends, when we met. I thought we were, as far as people who have met only once could be."
She wanted to apologize then and there. She wanted to tell him that she knew she had been unkind to him, and she wanted to tell him that she should have trusted him enough to bring him into her plan beforehand, not while it was happening. But the remembrance of the abysmal cold in his eyes on the sidewalk outside Arkham kept her quiet on this, for now. Now, he would ask whatever he wanted, and she would give it to him. Now, it wasn't about her at all.