Elizabeth turned to stone. This sour blooded man wasn't buying it. She smiled. "I suppose that can be true." She knew about solitude all too well and her only chance to leave it wasn't going to be crushed by a complete stranger. "Mr. Shaw was here last night, he was supposed to meet both of us in the morning - alas, he never made it here. Perhaps for the best, seeing as my grandmother didn't make it through the night either." She was on the verge of snarling, finding herself uncomfortable with the new presence. "Its a shame." She shook her head. "My grandmother said he was a fine gentleman. Too bad he is already committed." She chuckled. Although the reason behind this was primarily because Elizabeth was about to take his lovely bride. "Would you like a drink, Mr-?" She fished for a name, leaning against a wall like a femme fatale.