I don't know if I could live with it. [She's a little surprised by the response, but more relieved than anything. Upsetting Robert was the last thing she wanted to do, but the thought had been on her mind more than once in the past week with Booker so firmly out of work. Something had to change, the money had to come from somewhere...]

[What else could she have done? Just let him kill Booker?]

[Elizabeth gets a strange look on her face. It feels almost like she's been in this situation before, only it had been a much shorter, more frightening moment. She can't remember what moment it was, though... and she brushes the creeping feeling off.]

But I know we have to live, somehow. And it's better than 'working' on a street corner.