Who did Elizabeth think [i]she[/i] was? Wow, that was a complicated answer. But, Beauty didn't bother looking it up, and Dixie didn't have a means to, so it didn't matter. The stark contrast between the three of them forced Elizabeth to hold back a smirk. It was humorous. Before her was a nervous wreck, a catty bitch, and then there was herself. An escaped mental patient with a hellish addiction and a curse. She couldn't tell which of them was worse off in a team environment. She didn't bother thinking about it much longer either, as she dismissed herself from the crowd and decided to return to her room. Anyone that wasn't next to Beauty. Anywhere she didn't have to read another goddamn thought from her. "I think I'll leave you to that," Elizabeth said to Beauty. It was the first day. Maybe they'd all mellow out and get along, she convinced herself.

The robotic dog caught her attention just as she put her finger on her print scanner. She squinted at him. Was her holding a memo with his tail? Mission specs, maybe?

"Please input password," a robotic voice spoke. Elizabeth blinked in confusion for a second, then drew her attention back to her door. The password was whispered to quietly to hear, but the door opened and let her in. She retreated into her room and hastily closed the door behind her.

"I'll deal with the rest of the team later..." she murmured with a sigh.