Elizabeth's expression took on something of a similarity to one that Jack would have worn if a weapon was being waved in front of his face. She took another step back and tilted her head.
"That is not the face you were born with! Clearly you are from some scoundrel land," she said, pointing quickly at the twin's attire. "You should not be wearing that face! Take it off or something! I don't care about your Queen or anything of yours for that matter."
She eyed the woman carefully and reached into the back of her belt to pull out a dagger she had cleverly stolen from Jack's belt. She held it out in front of her look-a-like's face wearily. Because she was Elizabeth's look-a-like. Obviously.