You need to stop getting yourself into trouble then. [ Elizabeth says with a sternness that was more akin to the kind you'd hear out of concerned. She has no context of what he did - what he meant when it comes to his job, but it all sounded fascinating, at least. The skin was tied tightly together, the blood barely dripping from the wound on the top of his face. It was not as "pretty" but it was definitely secured. ] Going to bite you in the hide some day.

[ Reckless men, why does Liz have to take care of you? The sudden jab hits a sweet spot and she stops, immediately blowing air on it with a hushed 'shhhhh' shortly after. ]

Sorry.

[ She apologizes, stopping to give him an honest, but awkward look. He continues on, so she'll resume. He seems to have a characteristic that... well, she hadn't much encountered. She would have considered him a silver-tongued grifter if he didn't come off like a weenie immediately. Ah, it's alright, the time difference was worse than the age difference. ]

So you were higher than the atmosphere of whichever planet you were from? Actually in space? How was the view? [ She's not too impressed, sorry. Elizabeth was from a floating fucking city. However, she cares less about the murder and more about the view - typical girl. ] I'm sure we can get you back to where you need to be.

[ In and out, she has only a few more inches left.

Stitching his wound not sexy stuff, ya friggin perv. ]