[Startled, Elizabeth turns around with her journal in hand. It's odd, being addressed by someone who had a tendency to simply appear and disappear after saying something strange. And more to the point, it was strange to see Robert without Rosalind. That, as Elizabeth recalls, could account for his strange speech patterns.]
[She smiles, even though Robert is, ah, shirtless--perhaps she should have brought those clothes.]
Hello, Mr. Lutece. [She closes her journal and steps closer.] I am your in-person welcoming committee, I suppose.
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[She smiles, even though Robert is, ah, shirtless--perhaps she should have brought those clothes.]
Hello, Mr. Lutece. [She closes her journal and steps closer.] I am your in-person welcoming committee, I suppose.