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Elizabeth had evaded Booker’s gaze as she busied herself with ushering the inconclusive ones into a smaller pile, though she listened intently to what Stiles had to say. She did genuinely feel bad for being so unnecessarily aggressive wit him-- he was only there to help, and there was she likely giving him the impression his services weren’t needed or even wanted. Maybe one of the side-effects to living in a tower your whole life included problems with social interaction after all.
“More than what some people can do, Stiles. How do we get a hold of wolfsbane?” she asked, finally turning her attention back to Stiles directly. “It doesn’t strike me as something easily procured in a place like this.”
Her thoughts turned over to the vague mentions of werewolves around the network, and while she couldn’t help but feel it was perhaps too storybook for her, she supposed it would make sense to at least be prepared. That said, barring going to door-to-door to ask if anyone happened to be a werewolf in possession of wolfsbane, she had a hard time imagining how they’d succeed in that particular task.
“Maybe we should focus on the silver part first,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. Although she hesitated, she glanced to Booker and her lips thinned slightly.
“It’s probably safe to assume this might take some time?” she asked. Truly, she had read quite a lot about ammunition and guns and the sort. Like most Columbians, Elizabeth had at one time a healthy appreciation for guns, if only for enough time as it took to read every book she could get her hands on in that subject.