Which is odd in and of itself, because she shouldn't be anywhere but Rapture. Rapture, where she had gone in an attempt to make things right. (Nevermind that "right" meant murder, but the thing's been done and can't be undone.) And the second oddity of the day? The little bird-type creature on her shoulder. Elizabeth has to wonder if some aspect of their personality is taken into account when they receive this... Pokémon. She doesn't exactly have to wonder how a psychic bird fits in with her personality.
Seems like she can't escape the bird motif anywhere.
Well. Nothing to do but to go ahead, right? Elizabeth's no stranger to physical exertion, but this feels different somehow. There's no rush, no desperation in each of her steps.
And there's no one at her side, other than her Natu perched on her shoulder. Luckily, the blood on her face has been wiped clean, but she wishes she could say so for her clothes. They're still ripped and dirty and bloody.
At least she'd gotten out of there--somehow--before the Big Daddy had turned on her.
It's not long before she finds someone else, and she clears her throat. ]
Excuse me. I assume you're as lost and confused as I am?
Elizabeth | Bioshock Infinite: Burial at Sea | spoilers for ep1, mentions of blood/violence
[ This isn't where she should be.
Which is odd in and of itself, because she shouldn't be anywhere but Rapture. Rapture, where she had gone in an attempt to make things right. (Nevermind that "right" meant murder, but the thing's been done and can't be undone.) And the second oddity of the day? The little bird-type creature on her shoulder. Elizabeth has to wonder if some aspect of their personality is taken into account when they receive this... Pokémon. She doesn't exactly have to wonder how a psychic bird fits in with her personality.
Seems like she can't escape the bird motif anywhere.
Well. Nothing to do but to go ahead, right? Elizabeth's no stranger to physical exertion, but this feels different somehow. There's no rush, no desperation in each of her steps.
And there's no one at her side, other than her Natu perched on her shoulder. Luckily, the blood on her face has been wiped clean, but she wishes she could say so for her clothes. They're still ripped and dirty and bloody.
At least she'd gotten out of there--somehow--before the Big Daddy had turned on her.
It's not long before she finds someone else, and she clears her throat. ]
Excuse me. I assume you're as lost and confused as I am?