"Oh. Uh... Muh- Maybe? Who are uh- Um. Who are. Who are you?" Liz muttered, taking a step back, eyes glancing around and landing on Amber for a moment, then between both of them. Her hands reached behind her, easily slipping into her large bag. "Do you- uh- d-do you need s-something?" Elizabeth's demeanor is much changed from the dominant somewhat blood-crazed woman Amber met before.