Elizabeth packed up her make up, using eyeliner to create an illusion about what shape her eyes actually were, and bright red lipstick. It would work for now, though it clashed a bit with her laxed look of having haircurlers in. Oh well. She reminded herself that Connor was probably the only one who would be seeing much of her anyways. 

When he described Marl, she nodded, comitting the description to memory. Average aging man with brown hair,black truck, and a big scar on his face. She could work with that.
She grabbed whatever Connor hadn't already, silencing her doubts to him. To anyone else, his logic was solid and enough to put most people at ease...but Elizabeth had dealt with some pretty stubborn hunters in her time, and it had taught her to never take anything for granted with their kind.

She blinked as he said he'd have to make new IDs, but he sounded happy. Funny, she had thought that it would be a pain in the ass to come up with a new identity (ahem) but she shrugged it off. maybe he just liked it, and that was that. She just nodded, took a last look around the room, and got into the car.