Lizzie's numbed reflexes would've by now reacted to being grabbed in a such a disgruntling way, but the best she can muster is some kind of gargled mumble of opposition, rather than get into a boxing position or use Freya's momentum against her. Which probably isn't a bad thing, considering the sidearm Freya is always carrying. There was no butler or security guards to protect her here, and her eyes set to the other aktivists in the room, causing her to she realize she was the minority here. Her charms wouldn't be able to reverse the situation.
Lizzie then gave in an amused, slightly drunken chuckle, leaning against the counter as she loosens her top to allow some more oxygen to breathe through, not being all that used to the lower gravity of asteroid stations and how uncontrolled their temperatures can be, droplets of sweat dripping down her forehead, half due to the bar's temperature, and half part due to nervousness.
"Freya, I'm not trying to be your enemy here. We're in a bar, enjoying ourselves. Some want to forget, and some are scared. I'm scared. I don't think I've realized just what I got myself into. I'm not you, I don't know what you or anyone here went through, and my life certainly isn't to pity, but here I am today, because of some cute boy I had a crush on, and I can't turn back. Do you realize how pathetic this is?", she sighs deeply, stepping closer towards Freya.
"If you wish to crush my spirits and turn me into just another grieving Rheinlander, then so be it, but it won't be without some opposition from my part. I will have it my way. I've seen first-hand how some Daumann 'employees' were treated in the Omegas. I couldn't believe humans could be treated like disposable hunks of meat. I believe in this cause as much as anyone else here, but I'm not anyone else. ", Lizzie steps away slightly, turned towards a window and now looking into the vastness of space, before taking a deep breath and continuing.
"I'm me, Lizzie McLowell. I may not hold my titles here, and my birthrights do not have any meaning, but I still remain who I am. I come from a line of humanists who've treated Sirians with the utmost respect, curing their ills and eradicating diseases. This, my life today, is how I decided pay my respect to my ancestors, and how I'll serve Sirius from now on.", she turns to face Freya again, giving her a genuine smile, yet still slightly nervous and intoxicated.
