((Note: Elizabeth is current with canon up to "T. Earl King VI" s2e14. Apologies for any inconvenience, I'm gonna barrel through the next 4 episodes soon. x))
She's still in her gown from the King's auction, FBI jacket wrapped loosely over her bare arms. Her hair and makeup are both frayed after the night's events, much like her nerves. They did good work tonight, put dozens of wanted criminals behind bars and saved lives, and yet she still can't get over what Reddington said to her in the SUV.
A little gratitude would have been nice, after everything.
She's getting out of the car when her heels hit loose gravel, and then they're clacking on a hard surface. Her spine straightens on instinct.
The room is spartan and modern, lights low, the hum of conversation coming from every direction. She feels a shift in pressure, like she's on an airplane instead of solid ground, and if the quiet purr of an engine isn't just in her head then that's exactly where she is. She looks around the room, not going for her gun just yet, but once her eyes come across the windows she's more than tempted to reach for it.
"Where the hell am I?" she says out loud, everything about her simultaneously going tense.
Agent Elizabeth Keen | The Blacklist | Option 002
She's still in her gown from the King's auction, FBI jacket wrapped loosely over her bare arms. Her hair and makeup are both frayed after the night's events, much like her nerves. They did good work tonight, put dozens of wanted criminals behind bars and saved lives, and yet she still can't get over what Reddington said to her in the SUV.
A little gratitude would have been nice, after everything.
She's getting out of the car when her heels hit loose gravel, and then they're clacking on a hard surface. Her spine straightens on instinct.
The room is spartan and modern, lights low, the hum of conversation coming from every direction. She feels a shift in pressure, like she's on an airplane instead of solid ground, and if the quiet purr of an engine isn't just in her head then that's exactly where she is. She looks around the room, not going for her gun just yet, but once her eyes come across the windows she's more than tempted to reach for it.
"Where the hell am I?" she says out loud, everything about her simultaneously going tense.