Elizabeth's eyes are burning alright-- from very little sleep. If she's not working on some crafting project, she's up worrying about her trial and wondering why her lawyer wasn't calling her back (hint: 3AM). When York finds her, she's nearly asleep in her casserole.

She looks at his hand, then up at him.

"Oh--! Oh, right, after the trial, right," she smiles and takes his hand. "Nice to meet you, Mr. York. I didn't know my prospects after the trial were already public knowledge."