(WELL SHIT SON!)

Eliza stopped her tears immediately, as the rounds fell to the ground, the world turning silent as the leader spoke, waiting sarcastically for an answer. She curved her head to the side, her demeanor changing immediately as she began to speak in a moderate tone, her voice calm and cold,"Well..you got me. I never really cared about my dress."

Regardless of the fact she was half-starved and bruised, the training she received from the ministry really showed as she kicked out at the knees of the leader, her shotgun pointed at the back of his skull as she shoved his face in the ground, her weight pressing down on his upper arms to keep him down. As the pistols were raised at her back and at Phineas she really regretted her impulses. She remained calm though and leaned down to speak in the leaders ear,"Call them down, or I might just have to dye my bloomers red."

He spit into the sand,"BRITISH WHORE.."

She shot the sand beside him, silencing him,"Tell them to calm down and hand over there weapons or I swear to Allah, I will kill you." 

He grunted, trying to push her off which only made Eliza press the gun harder against his occipital bone. After a few minutes he spoke in Lybian and the men dropped their weapons. She looked up at Phineas with an expression of regret, her head motioning to the weapons as she, kept her hand trained on the leaders head. Robbery and blackmail has always been a last resort option, and she could admit that perhaps her thinking was clouded due to the fact that she was heavily wounded, dehydrated and hungry, but it was too late now, for regrets. She turned to Phineas,"Do you know how to drive that contraption?"