There was only a split second of space between the cage and the crowd, a small moment to collect her thoughts, before Elizabeth's unharmed shoulder collided with some unknown mass. For a brief moment, there was a burst of flailing and cursing, as the hitman bullied her past the first clog. But as she slowed her sprint, she found herself weaving through the surge of panicking patrons, following their mindless charge to best blend in with the crowd. The next few seconds were spent this way, men and women jostling about, unaware to the fighter they'd watched moments ago in their midst, her left arm crossing her body to cover the right shoulder from any reckless crashing. When the lights came on, it was a relief, the herd slowing down while Elizabeth slipped from their ranks, her eyes hooded by her lids as she adjusted to the light. 

She was near the bar. Positioned right between the Spit's exit and the cage door. It was almost too perfect, for Elizabeth, who ignored the looks of surprise as she maneuvered her way towards the middle stools, head bent down with eyes darting around for the BoD. But she saw nothing. A breath of air was released, pent up from the rush she'd just experienced, as she reached out with her unhurt arm, spinning a chair around and straddling it with the backing at her front. Two eyes locked on the bartender, dark and menacing behind the hazy films that hid them.

"Hey, barman, get me your most popular!" Almost as if she owned the place, Elizabeth's left arm laid over the back of the stool, head swiveling to the left then right as her chin rested on her hand. Beside her, some couple, so she figured, was talking about getting out of here. Elizabeth let out a small chuckle. The guy was a bitch, probably trying to get the girl alone. But whatever they planned, Elizabeth had a quick task she needed done.

Whatever Evelyn and Dee were talking about was quickly interupted as the hitman spun her stool to face them, a bored expression on her face as she sat up.

"Hey, Ms. Loli, do me a favor."  A small wince of pain crossed Elizabeth's features, her right arm extending straight out towards the woman. "See if you can yank the shit out of my arm." Two cold eyes bored into Evelyn as she waited for a response, preferably an action. She didn't even pay attention to the odd glances she was getting from those who'd seen the fight.