"I'm not sure if I do or don't," she admitted somewhat freely. "I don't know if its regret or if it is guilt... Though maybe they are just very similar." It hadn't been something she had been able to talk about with anyone, so it felt easy to talk about it now. Elizabeth had to wonder why this man would even care, and came to the logical conclusion that he seeing as he had no reason to, he probably did not.

So instead of letting her thoughts run away with her voice, she pointed at his cup.

"May I ask what you were drinking?"