Elizabeth exhaled a sigh, and shrugged.
It wasn't an answer, but she didn't really want to talk about how spiteful Linnea had already been, and how little she wanted to spend her time chasing after a teenage girl to keep an infant safe.
"So...?"
"So, what?" she shook her head, confused at what Sawyer was trying to ask her. "Do I think we can track a teenager? Or do I think this is a chance at an exciting vacation? Because I know you are capable of tracking her."
"I was asking how you feel about this."
"I don't know how I feel about this, Sawyer..." she sighed, "I feel like we've been on the run forever and there isn't anywhere left to run to anymore, and I feel like I want to go home, but I can't go home when we don't have a home. I'm tired, and I'm mad, and I am not going to pretend
