That hurt. That hurt rather more than Elizabeth would have expected, and she should have expected such an answer from Jack. He's not likely to forgive her. After all, that's why she'd been waiting for him; she'd already made the short hop in logic that led her to conclude his vote had not been a vote of confidence or respect.

And yet she'd silently, naively hoped that rescuing him from the Locker would make things better between them. Not right, but better.

"He did, and I didn't even have to persuade him to do so," she snaps heatedly.

Eyes flashing, she pushes past him -- deliberately bumping his shoulder in a restrained shove -- and stares sightlessly at the hall.

After a moment, she adds: "Not that I have any need to explain myself to you, but I did suggest he accompany me."