[ She's glad someone can understand and pinpoint fear so... clinically. It really is a pain in the ass to fight with, whether it's dealing with the merely ignorant or putting something in harm's way due to the emotion's carelessness. Immediately a weight is lifted from her knowing Jack isn't so naive to think none of this wouldn't be frightening, disgusting and disturbing. Elsa has to squash that all down constantly in order to rectify the situation.

Having a partner who can do the same? She's grateful. Knowing one will be safe because they know how to be smart in the face of fear? Even more grateful. ]

The clergy's a bit of a boy's club, it would seem. I never had the meek sort of demeanor they love for a woman in church. I was hoping you could be an inside man-- just get some general information about what they're looking for in a flock. What normal looks like around here.

[ She looks into his eyes as he mentions the three days. Part of her can see the creature in him, the relentless one who barely recognized her scent and abstained from tearing her limb from limb. Mostly she sees those large, beautiful brown eyes that seem both sad and ecstatic.

Her cheeks feel hot again. There's one aspect of his eyes she can safely call attention to: they're hungry. She looks away at the menu continuing to bite back a smile, one that's relieved to be in Jack's company again. ]

I've heard good things about their family-style dining options. You're welcome to any take-away, my room doesn't have a fridge.

[ Thank god doggie bag isn't a colloquialism she's ever cared for. ]