[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 Geni.]
Oh! Goodness, I hadn't realizes there was anyone else about. Are you alright? Are you lost? Do you require assistance?
[Her accent is the British lilt of a certain Keira Knightley film, though not like she's speaking through clenched teeth like the aforementioned actress. Her clothes...yeah, straight out of a frock drama. The sword and pistol she wears upon her hips? Look like they fit the era, but would a woman actually be carrying those around?
Elizabeth wants to be courteous to a fellow stranger, as lone women without escort, both are in dangerous territory. And so she keeps her gloved hands near her weapons while her tone remains welcomingly relieved to have found company, and sincerely so - but now, at least, she may have someone to protect, a goal with which to determine herself until they can return to civilization.]
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[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 Geni.]
Oh! Goodness, I hadn't realizes there was anyone else about. Are you alright? Are you lost? Do you require assistance?
[Her accent is the British lilt of a certain Keira Knightley film, though not like she's speaking through clenched teeth like the aforementioned actress. Her clothes...yeah, straight out of a frock drama. The sword and pistol she wears upon her hips? Look like they fit the era, but would a woman actually be carrying those around?
Elizabeth wants to be courteous to a fellow stranger, as lone women without escort, both are in dangerous territory. And so she keeps her gloved hands near her weapons while her tone remains welcomingly relieved to have found company, and sincerely so - but now, at least, she may have someone to protect, a goal with which to determine herself until they can return to civilization.]
I'm Elizabeth. Miss Elizabeth Bennet.