Another weapon. She can do that just fine, she knows exactly what to do. Making sure that the men aren't going to shoot her down the second she moves, Elizabeth leaps up, throws the tear open that holds the motorized patriot - and then drops back down behind the cover.

Of course, in the time span that it takes to do that, the other gangsters take a few shots at her, but she isn't too concerned about that, since she doesn't hurt anywhere or anything. She's fine, and besides, she's more focused on peeking around the corner to watch said gangsters shriek and try to shoot the giant Washington robot that's coming at them with a gatling gun.

"There," Elizabeth says, pleased, turning to look at Meyer. She hasn't noticed her ripped sleeve or the bullet graze that's got her arm bleeding, either because of adrenaline or the dream or - the fact that she has no idea what that should feel like at all.