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[cagedlamb]

All things considered, Elizabeth knew she had been lucky. With only minor cuts and scrapes from fighting off panicked runners. With how insistent she had been about helping people, he should have been a lot worse. Booker was upset at her, but he also wasn't seriously injured. She didn't regret her actions in the least, though the more she thought about it, the more she realized the general consequences of her actions.

She had no idea who had seen Booker. A part of her hoped everyone was too panicked to see what the vigor did to his arm every time he used his ability, but she knew it would be hard to miss had they been paying any attention. All she could think to do was to continue on normally, and hope for the best. The morning was cool and cloudy, with some flurries falling here and there. She had work later on that day, but for now, she was out taking a walk with Oliver, the pit bull trotting alongside her obediently as she sipped her morning tea from the thermos she'd bought herself recently. As she rounded the corner, she nearly bumped into someone coming the opposite way.

"Oh, sorry! Are you okay?" The apology was almost reflexive, said before she even realized she recognized who it was she had just bumped into.

[OOC: Dated the 2nd!]

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[cagedlamb]

The trust she had in people here was thin and easy to tear. She had always assumed the worst if people were to find out to them, and it felt like the worst was actually happening as they spoke. If there was anything to probe her assumptions about people were correct, it was the conversation she had right then. She would remember it if she ever thought being completely honest with people she thought well of was a good idea.

"But you said -' she began, then faltered. She had outright been contrary when she asked her to keep it quiet, she had every reason to assume what she had assumed. It didn't matter how well she thought she knew her, hearing that was more than enough to put the wall way back up. Regardless, none of it felt worth arguing anymore. It was as she said - she could do what she wanted. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head. "Nevermind. Goodbye, Faye."

They had come to a crossing intersection of the street. Even though she hadn't needed to turn off the street they were walking on, she did anyway. She just had to get away.