While it didn't seem like much had truly happened, Elizabeth's entire world had changed in the course of several days. On Monday, life had been every bit normal. She'd had her entire life ahead of her in England. But by Wednesday, she'd been transported here and been subjected to an entirely different culture than she'd ever known before. Once she realized she had no power over the situation, Elizabeth knew she had to challenge herself to adapt to it.
After spending time with Jim Kirk, she'd come across a little shop in the town that provided women's clothing and, however awkward or improper the clothing seemed to her, she'd spent all the money she had found her in makeshift home on a new wardrobe, all in hopes of appearing less...out of place. Dressed now in denim pants--which were intensely uncomfortable for her--and a floral sweater, Elizabeth expected a much easier going greeting with anyone else she may come across. That is, if there was anyone else.
Walking through a park in town, Elizabeth was half startled at the sight of another man coming towards her. However, she was much more prepared for this meeting than she had been with Jim Kirk. Shaking his hand and smiling, she introduced herself, "Hello, John. I am Elizabeth Bennett."
The one thing she had found most convenient about the denim pants she'd purchased were the little pockets on the sides--they provided an excellent place to stick her hands in awkward situations, like meeting a new person. So, Elizabeth stuck her hands into those pockets and rocked back and forth slightly on her toes. "Where, might I ask, are you from, John Watson?"