Elizabeth sneezed as she closed her door. "Dang it, maybe I shouldn't have hung around in the rain..." A cold in summer was a pain, especially since she was supposed to be doing something with DCW now. But she supposed it was fine. The rain had felt good, as always, and as long as she dried off fully, she probably wouldn't get sick. "Tch, some woman's dead 'n' here I am worried about a stupid cold." She sighed and shook her head, taking a small towel from the closet. Once she'd dried her hair and peeled off her wet overclothes, she studied herself in the mirror. The scar that ran across her abdomen was still prominent. Her mother said they could have the scar tissue removed, but it was a part of her after all these years, just like her scattered cooking burns and scars she'd earned in recklessness. "I've got 'til 6, huh?" L threw on her favorite pants and flannel vest, trying and failing to get a tie around the collar. After fiddling with it for 5 minutes she gave up and dumped her waterproof backpack on the table. "Search all ya want detective, you won't find anything you can pin to the case..."
Carefully and with a mild tinge of OCD, she checked that everything she'd taken was still there. "Composition an' sketch books. Pencils, graphite, cash. Keychain with the flashlight an' screwdriver... Eh?" She dug around in the bag, then put everything back and checked on and under the table. "Okay, where is it?" Her pocketknife was definitely not there... Elizabeth dug in the pockets of her sopping wet cargo pants, finally digging out the cold knife. "Almost thought that cop took it after that little scene." With a half smile she stowed the weapon in her bag. "Good old Winchester," she chuckled, throwing the bag over her shoulder. "Hm, looks like time ta go to me."
It was 6:05 when she reached the meeting site, and she sighed under her breath at her mild lateness. Despite her self-annoyance, she took a seat on the floor near the couches, not wanting to awkwardly invite herself to sit with someone. It looked like everyone had ordered drinks, so she hopped back up and went to the counter. "Eh, I'll uh, have whatever cola you have..." The woman behind the counter passed her a cup, and L handed her a five dollar bill. "Er, thanks." She really didn't like asking people for things... She'd rather go without than bother somebody, but in this case she supposed ordering a drink would give the woman monetary compensation, so in the long run it would have a positive effect on-
"Stop analyzing it, dang it..." Elli never could just do something. There was a constant battle in her mind over how it would turn out in the long run, though for some reason unless it involved others she never worried. Shaking her head again at her lack of social skills and tact, she plunked down by the couches again, coughing and taking a sip of her soda. L pulled her knees up to her chest and sat with her back against the couch. Now that she thought about it, she was pretty tired.She could talk to the others when everything calmed down a bit. It couldn't hurt to close her eyes... The cup was still nearly full in her hand as she dozed off.