"It worked!" She gave a whoop of victory, throwing up her arms, hands into fists. She was positively glowing, bursting into a giggle that she hid behind her hand in mock modesty. "Oy, you know you secretly love it, Sammykins. We did it!" Elisabeth did a little hip swaying, a short lived dance.
She held out her knuckles for him to knock, should he choose, meeting his gaze, his glare, with a smile ear to ear. "Could always go for shooting a few of these," and she held up her other hand, a psionic blade protruding from her knuckles, "Your way? Can you run fast?"