Elizabeth does talk a lot, it's true. No doubt it comes from talking to no one for a long, long time.

"Of course," she smiles, tucking her newly healed leg to the side and pulling her coat on (just in case they had to make a hasty escape...). She casts a glance at the mess of bloody wire he removed and chews on her lip in thought. "I'm Elizabeth DeWitt. And for better or worse, I end up as a field medic a lot."

She reaches for her bag again and pulls it over, digging through it. She finds a drug store receipt, a pen, and her phone.

"Someday I'll memorize this thing..." she mutters, trying to remember which menu has her number in it.