"It has the date on it, how hard can it be to find after all these months?" Elizabeth muttered to herself. She did finally find it, though, while her ears burned and she was certain that Corvo had just said something about sheets.
She'd missed most of it, whatever it was, but her brain couldn't help but dash off into some kind of daydream where it was them and actually very few amounts of sheets involved. Elizabeth coughed, and picked her phone back up. "No, my schedule seems pretty clear."