[The idea that she wasn't the first obviously hits Elizabeth from out of nowhere. She stares at Skip, mutely horrified. After a moment, she nods and looks down at the table.]

I guess part of me wishes that wasn't true, but it probably is... I just thought I was an easy target.

[She swallows. Suddenly she feels a little sick, imagining what other women like her have gone through with him, probably with no Skip to intervene.]

Can I, um... Can I get some water? I think I'm having an adrenaline crash mixed with whatever he gave me.