Taken by surprise when actually hearing the round start being shot off, she hadn't meant to, but a cry of pain slipped past her lips as she took a few more bullets, not with both legs being wounded. But before she would just stand there and let herself be crippled she ducked and rolled, but when she moved to stand back up from the roll she hadn't expected the great amount of pain that came with it and very nearly cried out again. She hadn't gotten far, but now she was stuck on the floor. Hearing the charge of the man that must've been there, Elizabeth rolled quickly, to where she hoped she'd be able to hide beneath a desk that was there, her breathing heavy from the pain, though she bit her own lip to keep quiet, nervously waiting for the smoke to clear, and hope whoever was there wasn't smart enough to look under the desk, and think perhaps she had run out.<br/><br/>But then again, from the roll, she would've left a small trail of blood from the wounds of her legs, only making it easier to find her once the smoke would clear. She was ashamed to have to hide beneath a desk, of all things, she hated hiding, but there wasn't anything else to do.