Lisa is all stupid thoughts and impulses right now, if not the same kind as the ones Elliott is dealing with; as he takes her hand, she grips it tight, callouses on her fingers a reminder that, no matter which of her it is, she's got a lot to prove. "Then I'll bring you a show like you've never seen before. The blue rose will bloom again, in a new garden, and spread its elegance across the world!"

It's not even that she's playing to the audience anymore; she's so keyed up that she's channeling showmanship and drive she didn't really know she had. She's going to be very, very embarrassed tomorrow, while she tries to figure out what she was on. As it is now she's fighting herself, trying very hard not to actually go off the deep end and do something drastic.