Realizing now that both the man and Anya were each focused on her, Elizabeth became more uncomfortable. She wished she'd hadn't said a thing, and that Anya would not have asked for their names. Again, her heart rate seemed to speed up, and she felt that if it became any more out of beat today that it might just malfunction. As a nervous habit, she repeated the process of clearing her throat. She could feel the anxiety forming a lump in it.

"Um..." she started again. Could she play off forgetting her name? Maybe from the fall? Oh yes, the fall. How was she [i]not[/i] injured?! Getting distracted, she put a hand to her face and miraculously felt no blood or scratches. That was very, very odd. Then again, she had fell into snow.

[i]Focus,[/i] she hissed to herself. [i]You're taking too long.[/i]

"My name's Liz," she blurted out finally, resisting the overwhelming urge to squeeze her eyes shut at her own stupidity. There she went, probably disappointing her family. She'd given out valuable information that needed to be hidden.