I do. [Elle is very, very quick to affirm that. She can feel Cain tensing in her hands.] I do. And I don't want to, there are people waiting for me to come back. [Her expression softens. She smooths her fingers down Cain's back again, more idly this time, though.] They're... not really... family. But they're the closest I've got. I'm not leaving them. I just...

[She exhales slowly through her nose. She really is going to say it, now.] I'm scared. The war in the Mojave... I -- ended up in the middle of it... just because of a job I took. A job I don't even... remember taking. [Her head tips lower, now, low enough for the brim of her hat to obscure her face.] I'm... You know I'm a courier, but that's why all of this happened to me. I was making a delivery, something important, something that could change... the battlefield.

So... [Elle lifts her head. She's smiling again, but blandly.] I was shot for it, and it was taken from me... and, when I didn't have the manners to die... I went looking for answers. And it took me to the person I was supposed to make the delivery to, Mr. House... and... then it all just kind of... snowballed from there.