Elizabeth watches him force open the window, then with a wince she crawls into what appears to be a musty guest bedroom. She looks around the room and spots a table lamp.

"Sorry. But speaking of that, Mr. Kuryakin--"

She picks up the lamp and yanks it out of the wall, shouldering it as the man comes through the window. "You better tell me whether I should use this or not. If it was your aim to shoot me, you would have done it in the street, and you know a lot about what just happened down there for a random Good Samaritan with a pistol."