"Yes," Elizabeth replies, voice gone flat with the effort involved in biting back the annoyed, insistent remark she would dearly like to make. "As I see."

And all she does for a long moment is look; her eyes travel the length of the ship before returning to Jack, wide and less antagonistic than usual. Restraint does not come easily, and her composure is hard won.

"Jack," she begins, "may we speak?"