Things were starting to go downhill, ever since ‘57. You’d know. You’ve been in Rapture since ‘46.

It was about your average day. Get up, take some EVE, go to work, talk up some high-strung inventor or artist, go home. But things ended up a little differently today. While getting into the Bathysphere on your way back to your residence in Dionysus Park, there was someone else: given that it was a public bathysphere, you hadn’t seen this woman before. Sure she dressed like your average wealthy Rapture citizen, she seemed…off. A bit more detached, like there was a lot of things going on in her head.

You sat down in a chair that was a few feet away from her, and both of you gazed out the window, the woman seemingly lost in thought. Just gazing out into the brilliant lights of the city. That was when she noticed you starring at her through her reflection.

???: “Something wrong?”

She asked, her voice sounding young; but with a certain kind of wisdom that only the oldest had.

???: “Don’t seem the Rapture type, do I? I suppose that makes sense.”

It took her a moment, before she finally glanced back at you.

???: “My name’s Elizabeth, call me Liz if you want to.”

Reaching into her handbag, and taking out a packet of cigarettes, she idly placed one right between her lips. Then using a plasmid, her fingers burning bright with a flame to light it, then looking back at you as she blew out smoke.

Elizabeth: “And how about you?”