After taking time to even manage to find the door to the cabin she had moved to run out though she was limping, but she hadn't gotten more then a step out before she heard a girl's shout. Instantly she dropped her weapon, with her hands held up at about head level, not turning to face whatever woman might've been there, but keeping her eyes glued forward. Her legs were trembling from pain but not fear, and slowly she let herself sink to her knees despite the horrid pain that shot up her spine form it.<br/><br/>Even on her knees she kept her hands up at head level to show she wouldn't snatch at her gun. But she had done many things without guns, surely she'd be able to get her way out of this one, right? It was saddening to think that everyone on her ship must've been killed, but she had never been one for sympathy. Elizabeth was trying to think of some snide comment to retort to the woman who must've been somewhere behind her, but couldn't think of any words, and was trying very hard not to pass out from the pain. As if sea sickness hadn't made it any worse the instant she had stepped on the boat, the seering pain in her legs wasn't doing any better.