What a harrowing night. A vague reel of nightmarish images coupled with constant tossing and turning was still on playback while Elizabeth stumbled around her room to retrieve her clothing. No time for anything fancy. Pair of jeans, clean shirt, and shoes. After throwing on a hoodie for good measure, Elizabeth rubbed her eyes in hopes that her vision would quit blurring. She put her hand on the door handle, and then winced as a wave of dull pain wracked her mind. "That doesn't bode well for a fucking anything..." She murmured, trudging out of her room. Ill omens aside, she might as well go meet with the others.

A handful of minutes later and she found her way to everyone else. Hard to miss a robotic dog walking through the halls, but Elizabeth could swear she felt something powerful and almost threatening somewhere in this mansion. She stopped dead in mid step as she saw the others. Something made her heart drop; made her feel like she should run far, far away, but the almost involuntary response didn't make sense. It was slowly overridden as she managed to put her foot down and continue walking toward the others.

There wasn't any point listening to what Beauty was thinking. It was going to be pretentious as ever, so Elizabeth saved herself the grief and kept to herself, passively listening until something important came up.