[ Elizabeth's thinking: if she can get a long enough cord for her crossbow, maybe she can fashion a rapel to her arrows... it'll shatter the atrium window and - no, no hook to secure it. The calm and cool demeanor of Elizabeth was washed away and she stops, muttering to herself. If Booker was here... he'd know what to do - how to handle this.

The people who have taken her here had studied her and she feels a crack of cold crash down her spine. It's not until Sakyou stops and speaks that she composes herself with a dig for her cigarettes and lighter. ]

Only thing we can do, right? The people who brought us here have some interesting information on us, but there's a flaw. There has to be a flaw to their system.