Elisabeth hadn't played the perfect stereotypical game for Americans in ages. It was about greed and power; you won by having the most money and the most land. It was like killing the Native Americans all over again, only she had no part in that bloody history, thank you very much (not that her British history was bloodless by any means).
Thinking that it was a challenge worth meeting to somehow salvage the original form of the game, she slipped into some white jeans and pink fleece shirt before teleporting outside of Adam's room. She drummed her fingers against the wood, letting her nails announce herself.