Fortunately for Norrell, Elizabeth took most of her cues from a man who might as well have his picture printed in a dictionary next to the entry for 'reckless'. Yes, she stays inside studying for the most part, but a wilting flower she is not.

At this point, being part of Daybreak as well, she can recognize Mr. Norrell from quite a distance. Astride her little motorscooter, Liz zips down the dark street, leaning on the horn. Whether they were unable to cast on such short notice, or they were just flummoxed by the young woman with enough gall to attempt to run down three witches on a glorified Vespa, the Circle Midnight witches scatter back and away from Norrell. Elizabeth does a doughnut around them, then stops in front of her fellow witch.

"Let's go, before they curse the paint off this thing!"