[Elizabeth chuckles.] No, I don't have a problem with that. Hazard of being an only child, right?

[That was a sort of off-color joke, Rosalind might appreciate it? Strangely enough, Elizabeth doesn't mind Rosalind's extreme practicality on most things. Booker had a tendency to view things in a purely pessimistic way, and Robert and Gai would only tell her everything would turn out for the best. Rosalind was obviously the middle ground, and seeing that variation makes her smile in the face of walking into the unknown.]

I'll be in a desert, apparently. What can you tell me about deserts?