Elizabeth jumped slightly, surprised by the knock on the door as well. Since they were in the middle of nowhere, she never would have thought a stranger would drop by. She watched Flint curiously as he went to open the door. She sat on the bed watching the man at the door with growing curiosity as he walked into the house without hesitation. She had to admit he was remarkably handsome but that thought flew from her mind when he looked at her, and saw the frown on his lips. A frown tugged on her lips as well, imagining what it must look like from his point of view. She hated that this stranger had the nerve to judge her and jump to conclusions the way he did. "Excuse me. But who the hell are you?" She asked, her temper flaring slightly at the way he so openly judged her. She crossed her arms over her chest but the action made the wound hurt so she quickly dropped her arms back to her sides and just glared at the stranger who made himself at home in Flint's house. She could tell by the look on Flint's face he wasn't too thrilled about this man's presence either.