She beams, happy that she was able to clear out the room. Booker had made good use of her skills back in Columbia, anyway, so being useful here is nice. She's going to answer his question, but he points out that she's bleeding, and she blinks, looking down at her arm.

"Oh." Ow. She pulls the fabric of her shirt away to look at the wound - it's not serious but now that he's pointed it out, it does hurt. And she's never really been wounded badly like this before. The bullets in Columbia had never really come her way.

"I've never been shot before," Elizabeth says mildly, and she hisses a little when she touches it. "I suppose I'll need to wrap this up. As for what that was, it's a motorized patriot. Do you not have those here?"