Elizabeth pulled back a little as Warrick apologized, pleased with the look of fear on his face. "You're forgiven, just don't ever do that again." She said with a huff as she sat back down on the bed, crossing her arms and legs as she studied the stranger in front of her. After a few moments, her stiff body language slowly relaxed as she glanced at Flint. "So what do you think we should do?" She asked, without glancing back at Warrick, she didn't really care for his opinion at the moment since Flint was the one she needed in order to finish her mission. "Should we help him or not?" She asked, acting as if Warrick wasn't even in the room at all. She for one didn't really want to see the Mystic again, at least her brain told her to stay away. Her pride on the other hand, wanted to go back and teach that witch a thing or two.