Eliza groaned audibly at the sight of flashing steel, her nose literally sank backwards into her face as the blade passed her, then popped back out. She gave a sidelong glance at the person who got stabbed, ascertaining it to be a mere flesh wound. She loped off to the bathroom in the chaos and kicked the door open from beside it, then glanced around the corner, quickly scanning the bathroom for danger, weapons, and the figure.