The name doesn't mean anything to her, and it shows on her face. But she tosses that away after a moment because the main thing is that she's apparently not going to be hitting anybody with a lamp.
"Good. Let's keep it that way," Elizabeth says, putting the lamp back on the dresser. She's about to head for the window when she sees colored lights against it-- looks like the cops have arrived, and they've found a body. For the moment, it looks like neither of them are going anywhere.
Elizabeth sighs and strips off her coat, laying it down on the ground. She's wearing a blouse, sweater, skirt, and thick tights-- at least, on one leg she is. The right leg of them has been almost completely severed, hanging on by threads, cut by some kind of razor wire wrapped around her leg with weights on either end.
Awkwardly, she starts trying to lower herself so the injury will rest over the coat-- she can't get blood on this poor family's carpet. "Guess I'm doing this here."
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"Good. Let's keep it that way," Elizabeth says, putting the lamp back on the dresser. She's about to head for the window when she sees colored lights against it-- looks like the cops have arrived, and they've found a body. For the moment, it looks like neither of them are going anywhere.
Elizabeth sighs and strips off her coat, laying it down on the ground. She's wearing a blouse, sweater, skirt, and thick tights-- at least, on one leg she is. The right leg of them has been almost completely severed, hanging on by threads, cut by some kind of razor wire wrapped around her leg with weights on either end.
Awkwardly, she starts trying to lower herself so the injury will rest over the coat-- she can't get blood on this poor family's carpet. "Guess I'm doing this here."