Elizabeth was quiet during the exchange.  Her faith in others hadn't ever been particularly high, but it was dwindling fast.  The betrayal from these people wasn't necessarily a shock, she was just angry with herself.  She should have known better than to risk her life for people she'd never met before.  Things might have been different at the beginning, but they were starting to shift now and more of mankind were starting to show their ugly colors.  

“Luring people who want to help you in order to hold them up and steal from them instead sounds pretty cowardly to me,” Elizabeth remarked.  Was this what the world was coming to now?  Snorting at the woman's rhetoric, she said, “I hate to tell you this, but god had nothing to do with it.”  It was the will of a few power-hungry, selfish, xenophobic, racist men.  

Seeing the others emerge from the food court area, Elizabeth leaned her head back and let out a groan.  She'd had about enough of this.  Ignoring the cultists as they spoke in unison, she knew it wasn't the smartest thing to do.  She was just angry, frustrated, and impatient.  Pulling out her weapon, she aimed and instantly fired at the woman who'd been talking—the one she assumed was in charge of everything because she certainly enjoyed the sound of her own voice well enough.  From the looks of it, these people probably expected for them to surrender considering they were vastly outnumbered.  Using this brief moment of shock, she took out a couple more before a bullet clipped her in the shoulder and she was forced to dodge behind a large partition.  

“I'm sick and tired of dealing with all these assholes,” she growled, mostly to herself.  All she'd wanted to do was be a nice person—help out someone that might have genuinely need it.  Instead she got this bullshit.  The pain seared throughout her arm and she grimaced from the pain, but the adrenaline pumping through her veins was enough to keep her going.  One of the crazy hooded cultists circled around to her, brandishing the knife, but Elizabeth let out a kick to knock him off balance.  She could feel a slice of a blade knick her back.  Letting out a sharp cry, she whirled around and fired her gun.  Blood soaked through the long cloaks around the stomach area as their hands gripped at the wound trying to staunch the bleeding.