[Elizabeth would never call what she's doing stumbling about the woods you understand; the Bennet sisters are a well trained lot of girls and Lizzie's father would never forgive her if he knew she was meandering about as aimlessly as she actually is, trying to sort out some recognizable feature about the landscape and trying to decide whether or not she'd be dreaded or relieved at the sight of a zombie.
At least zombies are familiar.
At one point she rounds a tree, at which points she happens upon Jamie.]
Oh! I'm so sorry, sir. Are you lost as well?
[Her accent is the British of - not the aristocracy, but certainly the country gentry. Her clothes...roughly a century ahead of his, but perhaps still evoking an antiquated feeling. The sword and pistol she wears upon her hips, however, are certainly recognizable as such.
Elizabeth wants to be courteous to a fellow stranger, but she's well aware that as a woman alone and without escort, she must also be cautious. And so she keeps her gloved hands near her weapons while her tone remains welcomingly relieved to have found company, and sincerely so.]
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At least zombies are familiar.
At one point she rounds a tree, at which points she happens upon Jamie.]
Oh! I'm so sorry, sir. Are you lost as well?
[Her accent is the British of - not the aristocracy, but certainly the country gentry. Her clothes...roughly a century ahead of his, but perhaps still evoking an antiquated feeling. The sword and pistol she wears upon her hips, however, are certainly recognizable as such.
Elizabeth wants to be courteous to a fellow stranger, but she's well aware that as a woman alone and without escort, she must also be cautious. And so she keeps her gloved hands near her weapons while her tone remains welcomingly relieved to have found company, and sincerely so.]