Although there’s a higher Liz to Baby ratio, Baby’s AI has twisted Elizabeth’s mind pretty badly. At least she still knows her name.

After being kicked out, Baby took her pound of wires and returned to the storage facility to cobble herself back together, with whatever bits Party Popper wasn't able to easily assimilate. Like the claw, and the remains of bonbon and bonnet.

She's still angry at William, but anger doesn't cancel out the love, and it doesn't erase the desperation for love to be returned. Death has a way of distorting things. folding emotions in on themselves, amplifying them in the absence of memory and substance. Waiting alone in that facility, that tomb, what else could she do but cling to the childish thought of the ever capable parent? Maybe if she could get him to love her, if she could make him proud, he would do something. Maybe if she was good enough, he would come save her.

Gets absorbed in her own monologues. It runs in the family.

Sometimes, she’ll look in a puddle and see herself. Her REAL self, before she got caught up in all this. And her body suddenly feels unbearably clumsy and wrong, the claw grotesque instead of intimidating and impressive, the pigtails childish and stupid. And she will wish for tears that will never come, and she will hope for someone, anyone to call out her real name. And maybe if they did that, it would all be okay again.

While Mike remembers the positive memories she spun for them, Elizabeth has almost forgotten who he is entirely. Their reunion is bittersweet. He doesn't want to hear her scream when it's time to end things.

She doesn’t realize that Scraptrap is William so she won't talk to him.