Elizabeth sat there, motionless, staring. She got what she wanted, but she was not sure what to do with it. Maintaining professional distance from any kind of emotion and closeness was what she knew she was supposed to. But she herself had just gone through most turbulent times and had no strength left to suppress compassion. Holliday's state moved her. She turned off the recorder. She rose, rubbing her eyes to produce a few tears artificially as they would still not come out on their own, walked toward him and extended him a hand. A very symbolic gesture, a Bretonian extending a hand to a fallen Zoner, but Elizabeth did not realize this yet, as it was coincidental and not by her intention.