[ And off they are! Despite how private they are, Elizabeth's body language is casual. A hand on her hip, her eyes not on him - watching as the bodies shift in and out of the room.

Of course, she blends in, but listens quite nicely. Humming to herself, nodding with the occasional 'uh huh'... she glances through the corner of her eyes to him. ]

Is there a way where we can dictate direction? Presumably, we're lodging - and you know, this includes you and I - with possible staff members. If we're put under, they'll be able to leave.

[ To her, she just having something fall down doesn't give her a thought on if the room was stepped into or exited from. ]

Best case scenario? They got one sick murder in and they're done... but I doubt that's the case.

[ But... this isn't a bad idea. ]

But... this is a good start.