Hearing a shout of her name, Elizabeth blinked once though it sounded rather afar. Frankly, her clothes were pretty much dry by now, and she made her way out of the stream with the slightest of cringes from her wound, though no further blood would spill. Waiting a few minutes until she, too, had dried, she slipped back on her pants. It was just as she was slipping back on her shirt over her head that she heard something rustle in the nearby brush, making her immediately pause with the shirt on but showing her stomach where she had yet to pull it down. After that moment of pause she quickly yanked her shirt down the rest of the way, cautiously speaking out, "Who's there?"<br/><br/>And while she waited for an answer, she tried peering past the brush to see who was there, taking a slight step back at the same time. She had lost her shoes somewhere the night before while running through the woods, seeing as how she had gotten stuck in mud, she wasn't about to have wasted time trying to grab shoes when she could simply be running. Besides, the feeling of grass beneath her feet was one she strangely enjoyed.<br/><br/>"Arthur?" She then continued questioningly with two blinks at herself, though stayed alert, tense, and ready none the less. There wasn't ever such a thing as being too careful.